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yawnderu · 23 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 · 2 months

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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 · 11 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 · 12 days

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sugardaddy simon??

simon spoiled you in all aspects of the word. bags, jewelz, shoes, clothes, everything. needed help with this? he’s gotchu mama, dw bout it.

such as now… maybe? his tongue curls against yours, the soft, pink muscle gliding across yours. his fingers slip under the lifting material of your pretty skirt, one he’d bought, one he put on you. he can hear the thuds of your heels slipping off your feet n onto the floor of the car, your thighs climbing to gain more leverage round him instantly.

“ya’ like it, hm?” he breathes into your mouth, referring back to the skirt. his free hand tangles into your hair, nails curling against your scalp as he pulls your head back, watching your neck strain and arch as you stare back at him lowly. the diamonds of your pretty necklace glint under the sun streamin’ into the car, n simon can just barely make out the SR engraved into the heavy sparkling crystal sittin just above the valley of your breasts.

“f-fuckin’ love it, baby,” you cry, your own hands fisting his shirt up. your hips drop, jaw falling open as your pretty cunt swallows him up.

your thighs smush fatty against his, the space in the car seemin’ to grow smaller n smaller by the fuckin’ second as sweat lines your forehead. your hands settle against the seat for balance, hips workin’ up a quicker pace, so desperate to milk this man fuckin dry, so desperate to get that sweet release you’d basically thrown a fit for.

you watch the lines in his aging skin crinkle, brows furrowing every so slightly and his lips all parted. simon can’t lie, havin a pretty young girl ‘round him made his lose his mind, n the fact you were always so desperate to please him made him fuckin’ highhh, euphoric to have to something so precious, so desperate.

“yeah, me fucking too,” he puffs, his fingers gliding up the soft length of your thigh before he’s flipping the front of that lil skirt up. his eyes fixate ‘emselves on the way his cock disappears deep within you. he can feel it too, that’s for damn sure.

his eyes goes rolling back, abs clenching under the lining of plush fat that sits atop ‘em. n with the way his belly’s starting to pull into taut knots, he’s starting to feel that thrill fill his veins again, surprised he’s even lasted this long.

“watch for the damn horn,” he scoffs, throat rolling in on itself as his eyes fog over in a thin trail of tears. “gonna have people linin’ up for they own turn.”

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ghouljams · 4 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 · 1 month

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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 · 25 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 · 4 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.

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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months

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Stone with a bear!reader?

Just big, hairy and full of DILF energy.

This is going to be in bullet-point form because I have a headache and I just don't think I have the energy to write a whole meeting Drabble.

Stone loves men with beards and who are hairy, they're his weakness.

The first time he saw you, his thoughts were like "That's a MAN man if I ever saw one."

He has to remind himself to play cool when you two first interact, reminding himself that he should be cold and stoic.

But secretly all he can think about is how much he wants to feel your bearded cheek against his scarred cheek.

After a few more interactions, you're the one to ask him out on a date (because how can you not see the way he looks at you?).

You're such a gentleman, taking him out for a dinner date. Stone is almost completely dumbstruck when he sees you in a suit for the date.

Fast forward to a few more dates and Stone is completely smitten with you.

He's so clingy, always loving being on your lap as you two sit on the couch.

He wants to always feel your bearded cheek against his scarred cheek, it's such an amazing sensation for him.

You once picked him up (maybe because he was tired or maybe because he said he had never been picked up before) and his brain malfunctioned for a few minutes.

Stone definitely helps you maintain and trim your beard, because he loves it as much as he loves you.

Please don't shave all of it off one day, you don't want to know how he'd react to it.

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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 · 11 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 · 23 days

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your fingers dig n tug into his pretty shoulder length locks, head falling back slowly as the back of your skull presses into his feathery pillows, eyes rolling back with it.

a soft groan can be heard from the man between your legs, his fingers digging dents into the hot fat lining your plush thighs. his tongue suckles at the swollen nub of your clit, fingers teasing your sweet cunt open.

simon hisses when you fist his hair in your palm, nails dragging deep into his scalp before you’re pulling and dragging his mouth further between your legs.

his palm slides up your belly, letting his fingers squish at the thick skin before he’s tapping at the valley between your raising breasts.

you peer down at him slowly, jaw falling open as you stare down at him with your wide, sparkling teary eyes.

“up, need it up, mama,” he breathes out against you, his warm breath raising goosebumps over your shaking legs, nipples perking up.

your hands shake, fingers stuttering over the back of his head as you pull his hair up to the round of the back of his head. your hands threaten to fall, the locks of his blonde hair tainted dark brown with an essence you don’t need to question.

his tongue swirls, flicking and teasing your clit as he smirks slyly. his fingers hook between the crease of your ass n thighs as he spreads you further, tongue delving into you like dessert.

your back locks, arching up as you fight to get his hair tie wrapped around the wavy strands of his hair, soft whimpers rolling off the tip of your tongue. n when you finally succeed, your head’s hitting the bed, vision dizzy as you almost slip off that sweet euphoric edge.

“that’s it, mhm, thank you, baby.”

thank my segzzy lil mutual for dis one 🙏 womens got some head 😉

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ghouljams · 23 days

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Regency!Ghost won't take your virtue before you're married, but he will eat you out.

He'll spend the long hours of the night and the short hours of the morning with his tongue lapping between your folds and his lips sealed around your clit. He'll drag his mouth over your sopping slit and dig his fingers into your soft thighs to keep you spread open for him. A slow and gentle exploration, a treat for doing this properly, for making a proper woman of you like you deserve. It's for him more than it's for you, but that doesn't mean he doesn't wiggle his tongue against your clit or push his thick finger into your tight hole, easing you to the edge of orgasm just so he can slurp at the mess you make.

He's obsessed. The noises you make, the short breaths and soft whining moans, drive his crazy. He finds his trousers soiled with come one too many times after he's worked you through orgasm after orgasm. Your legs shake under his tight grip and he refuses to leave your pretty pussy until it's puffy and aching from all his attention. You can writhe and wriggle all you like, but he'll keep holding you where he wants you, keep lapping his broad tongue over your slit and spelling his name on your clit. Oversensitive? You can take it lovie, just let him have this yeah? Let your man enjoy you, he's being so good not taking what he really wants, you can deal with an orgasm... or ten

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Stalker John Price who firsts sees you in the library, cute little sundress rising up your thighs as your strain to reach for pride and prejudice on a shelf that’s much too high for you to even try to reach.

Stalker John price who goes behind the shelf and pushes the book out from out from the other side, you thankfully catch it before it falls on your head.

Stalker John Price who uses his military experience to stalk you and not get caught.

Stalker John Price who examines your house while you’re at work to find the perfect hiding spots for him and placing the tiniest cameras around.

Stalker John Price who knows how wrong it is when he’s quick to dart into one of those hiding spaces as you open the door sighing from a long day at work but can’t seem to find a reason to care when you start to strip off your work clothes and change into your fuzzy stitch pj bottoms and hoodie.

Stalker John Price who thinks you look so fucking cute in your pjs. He leans forward almost making the house creak wanting to see more of you. He moves when you do, watching with a grin on his face as you cook your dinner while shaking your hips to music that’s blaring through your speaker.

Stalker John Price who smiles softly when you stuff your face full of pasta, your eyes never leaving the tv screen and soon end up falling asleep on your sofa. He feels it’s safe enough for him to come out.

Stalker John Price who presses a sweet little kiss to your cheek and then leaves your house to go home and set up all the cameras on his computer. He smiles seeing you clear as day on the screen in the same position as before, fast asleep on the sofa.

Stalker John Price who knows exactly how you like your morning coffee. He’s watched you make it 1000 times.

Stalker John Price who notes down in his notebook what your favourite foods and drinks are so he doesn’t forget.

Stalker John Price who confides in Simon about what’s he’s doing only for Simon to assure him he’s doing nothing wrong and it’s all normal even if he feels it’s wrong.

Stalker John Price who goes round your house more often after speaking to Simon.

Stalker John Price who gets painfully hard when you’re first out the shower, fluffy white towel wrapped around your wet body. His blue eyes never leaving your figure as you massage lotion into your skin and spray body mist all over. He inhales holding back from groaning at the scent that clings to you.

Stalker John price who watches you through the crack in your wardrobe doors as you pant and whine and buck your hips against the vibrator buzzing hastily against your little clit.

Stalker John Price who is practically drooling when he thinks you’re done, satisfied but watches you reach for the dildo in your bedside drawer. He was in for a long night of restraint.

Stalker John price who comes up with a plan to be a part of your life because he can’t keep going on without having you for himself. Without keeping you.

Stalker John Price who ‘bumps’ into at your local grocery store and the library and your local bar. Eventual you think it’s fate. Never suspecting he would be a stalker. He’s such a nice, sweet guy.

Stalker John Price who is giddy with excitement when you agree to go on a date with him. He makes it the best damn date you’d ever been on. Dinner, dancing and a show.

Stalker John Price who groans, “Fill my hands with you finally.” When you do eventually let him touch you, his large calloused hands grabbing at every part of you he can. “Finally gonna let me take care of you huh love?” He’ll grin down at you as you nod, so whiny and needy for him. “So fucking perfect and all mine.”

Stalker John Price who marries you.

Stalker John Price who cries when you show him the positive pregnancy test.

Stalker John Price who laughs loudly when your children say that daddy is obsessed with their mommy.

Stalker John Price who after thirty years of marriage, three children and 5 grandchildren never admits that he stalked you but tells you everyday how much he loves you.

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