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ā° CAPTAIN MCTAVISH is not some pillow princess. Sure he likes to be taken care of every now and then but he prefers having you tied to the bed while he bounces on your cock like a whore in heat. Letting you lie almost useless while he takes what he needs from you. Being a Captain is stressful, so youāll allow him this once, and itās not like you, a sergeant, have much of a say in the matter anyway right?
He gets off to your pathetic whines, the calling of his title. He will make you beg for it, tell him exactly what you want and he may give it to you. Mctavishās thighs work overtime, hole keeping a nice snug fit around your cockāyour pelvis damn near bruising with every drop of his hips and he wonāt stop until heās full of your cum, full of you.
Even if you were to pass out from the many orgasms heās managed to pull, youāll wake up with your cock in his mouthāthose piecing blue eyes staring you down as he manages to grin with you nestled deep down his throat. The captain will pull off and jerk your spit soaked cock, letting his tonge drag along the sensitive veins.
ācāmon mate. weāre not done yet, you can keep goinā for me canāt you?ā
ā° OMEGA! JOHN PRICE not being able to produce slick during his heats because he hasnāt found a proper mate yet.
Heās getting older and time doesnāt seem to be slowing down at all for him. Every heat is spent alone and painful because he yearns for someone thatāll take care of him and have him experiencing a decent heat where he doesnāt need lube to get off for the first time. There hasnāt been an Alpha who has made Johnās loins move in need or his cunt slick up yet.
That is until you, the younger and much stronger Alpha joins the task force. A new sergeant that has him slicking up in seconds from your pheromones and the way you operate in the field. John always finds himself soiling his underwear when youāre around because he just canāt seem to get a hold of himself nor control it. So every time youāre around, he watches the way your eyesāll darken and your nose flares because you smell it leaking right through his trousers.
When you get a hold of John for the first time, you immediately press your nose against his crotch and fuck, it makes him gush until thereās a wet spot prominent. He goes through so many underwear in a day because of you. Can you imagine, pulling down his underwear and watching the way his slick clings to the fabric because heās so wet, the hair on his thigh matted and the smell hitting you in the face because youāre so close.
DNI: Minors, Fem aligned (She/Her and She/They only), No pronouns in bio, No age in bio.
Versions: Gaz Price Soap
Cw: Cheesy romance, slight angst, established relationship, soft sex/softness in general, rough sex, sir kink, jealousy but not anything serious I promise, petnames, blackmail is mentioned but does not happen and will not happen, praise, fingering, spit, begging, a bit of physical pain here and there, strength kink, overstim, crying, grinding/rutting, spanking/slapping, rimming, mushiness, aftercare. Lemme know if I missed anything!
The way you had met Simon was straight out of a crappy romance movie - the classic trope of stumbling and the bigger man managing to catch you, rough and worn hands holding you steady as you gather your bearings. Luckily for you, you hadn't been a stuttering mess and had thanked him - though you were a bit breathy, staring up at him with wide eyes because Jesus was he something else. A big man who is tall and gentle despite the obvious strength he can dish out? Big brown eyes so dark and wet looking, it just robbed you of your breath.
A few weeks of getting to know Simon led to you both eventually dating. Simon admitting that you manage to make him feel young and wild in a way he's never really experienced before, never really had the chance to experience - that he loves how you know when to be serious, and when to be lighthearted.
It was then that he confessed to being a soldier, that he understands if you want nothing to do with him - and that he was sorry for "stringing" you along. That his reasons for waiting a bit was partially because he never wanted the fun to end, but also because he didn't want you to suddenly switch up on him - to feel scared that a "monster" was in your presence.
You hushed him up once he had gotten that word out, grabbing his hands and shaking your head - calling him a fool for getting too into his head. While yes you are a civilian, you aren't the type to judge - especially not with your own profession that you yourself were hesitant to tell him. Hesitant because you've had your fair share of people who were so weird over what you did with your own body, and you really didn't want Simon to end up being one of those people.
You tell him that you're a camboy, a pornstar. Telling him you understand if he didn't want to go further with you, or even be your friend. Telling him that you like your job and don't plan on changing careers anytime soon, and that if he is going to react badly - to just leave and let these past few weeks go. To remember them fondly and never seek you out again.
You're clearly upset but holding it back for him - and he draws you into his arms, huffing at you to not be silly. That he has no right to judge anybody when he's done things others would call him a monster for, things he calls himself a monster for. Calling you silly for even thinking he would judge you, but that he understands and is just glad you two could continue to be close - continue to date and grow into the lovebirds he knows you both are meant to be.
With the hard parts out of the way, you both make so much progress with your relationship - months of navigating Simon's deployments, treating him with so much love and care when he comes back each time. Letting him unload all of his stress by telling you whatever he can as you massage him, all soft hands and murmurs against his skin - opening him up so gently on your fingers, mouthing at his spine how you're so glad he's here in your bed alright.
God, he craves you so bad when he's deployed - especially now as he reminisces over each time he comes back to you, groaning as he twists in his cot. Soap's snoring along with the low murmurs of Price and Gaz filtering through the walls of the shitty cabin they're in for the mission not really helping with his insomnia. Each time he remembers the way your hands feel on his skin gets interrupted by some sort of noise from one of the other men - and while he loves them, he really wishes they knew how to shut up. He does not want to think about you only to hear Price grumbling about a cigar he once had a few years back.
Simon sighs, pulling out his earbuds and plugging them into his phone - settling back into the shitty and too small bed beneath him, sorely missing the softness of your bed and lamenting the fact he'll definitely will wake up with a crick in his neck. With another heavy sigh, he decides to pull up one of your videos - the usual tried and true one where you speak so softly to your viewers, in a way he's so used to but has heard the true love and care in your voice.
Smugness rises in Simon. He gets your true love and attention, while your viewers get a diluted version that's clearly an act to him - he slowly melts into the bed, relaxing as your voice soothes his frayed nerves. Background noises fading away as his pants slowly begin to tighten, cock filling out in his underwear as he watches you fuck into a fleshlight. Memories of how you roll your hips the same way into him, murmuring against his lips how good he's being for you - it's just what he needs to push a hand under his boxers and slowly stroke himself.
God, he needs you. Needs to feel you knead at his sore muscles, to press kisses onto each new and old scar - to gently coax orgasm after orgasm from his tired and battle worn body. Aches to have you buried deep inside of him, filling him up with nothing but loving assurances against his lips - or whatever part of his body you can reach, peppering his skin with feathery kisses. As if he's delicate, something to be cherished and revered.
Something catches his eye, however - another video of yours, the title and your expression one he hasn't really seen before. An older one, a collab - which he usually avoids since he likes the specific one he watches each time he's away. Honestly, it piques his curiosity enough for him to just click without reading the tags - putting the video on full screen and mentally preparing to hear the usual soft tones of your voice.
But he couldn't have been any more wrong, the video's tone and setting so much more different than he's used to. It's a continuation of another video, and your partner is pinned down against the mattress - head held up as you force him to look up at the camera, cheeks dark and swollen lips parted to moan and cry out. Punched out noises escaping the bottom's lips as you pound into him with a heated fervor, in such a way that Simon knows the bottom's ass had to have been too sore to sit on after.
The scene that plays across Simon's screen makes his heart pound, vision tunneling as all he can hear is how good you sound. Glottal, gutturally low - the sounds of skin clapping unable to drown out your words. Calling the bottom all sorts of names, but one particular word the bottom calls you that you instantly zone in on and use - has Simon's thighs clenching and his fist speeding up around his cock.
Sir.
Sure, Simon has seen how others practically throw themselves at the others - the rare brave soul even trying that with him - nearly frothing at the mouth to call any the 141 sir with an all to breathy noise they've all come to laugh about whenever they're alone together. Price lamenting the fact that people truly have lost all their subtlety. The thing is, Simon's never understood the appeal of calling someone sir while they're fucking you. Hell, before you he rarely ever bottomed for anyone - quickies meant to fuck out the frantic energy of a mission gone good, usually fucking the life out of whoever caught his eye or needs to be fucked - Hell, the other 141 members have bounced on his dick a few times, and him doing the same in return on the every now and then.
But when Simon got with you, it was so so so easy to always fall into bed to be underneath you - though the first time, he had assumed you wanted to bottom. But no, you took the reigns and took him apart so divinely, Simon became devout. Your name falling out of his mouth in a litany of prayers, a constant orison tumbling from his lips that let you know just how good you made him feel. Simon isn't a religious man, but in that moment - and each moment after - he swore you were celestial in nature.
So to see your sweet nature be so.... Domineering. He suddenly understands why so many recruits practically cream their pants when calling him and the other members of 141 'sir'.
He pulls his cock out from beneath his boxers, lifting up his shirt and stuffing the hem into his mouth so he's quiet - trying so hard not to whimper loudly, going fuzzy headed as he works himself up to the brink with your voice filling his ears. His tip wetter than he's ever had it, no doubt making noises intense enough to be heard through the thin shitty walls. Simon doesn't care, however, because he needs to cum while hearing you degrade whatever guy you're fucking in the old collab - trace amounts of jealousy over you not railing him like that fuel his need for you until he spills all over his fingers.
Fuck. When he gets home to you, he's going to get you to fuck him just like that - because sure you can smooth away all the stress he carries in his body, but he'd much rather be made into pure mush every once in a while. Desires his brain melting out of his ears as you bang every noise he didn't even know he could make out of his throat.
That need built up for months. Four long months of a mission only meant to last one month, dragged on because of new information dropping and enemies refusing to stop popping up like an infestation of fucking roaches. Months of having to find the smallest window of time to jerk himself off, sometimes having to stop and put his length away to deal with later because of some stupidly urgent situation.
So understandably, Simon really really needs you to rail him into a coma. Preferably in front of a camera so everyone can stop asking you for a new collab.
Because of course that was something else that had popped up ever since you stopped collabing with others. Wanting to wait and talk with Simon in person so you could both discuss boundaries in person instead of hushed phone calls and texts whenever Simon had the time. That small amount of jealousy had festered into the desire of wanting to be claimed by you, fucked by you so everyone could know that you have a lover - that your dick belongs inside of him and him only.
Simon had practically fled the base with a quickness no one has ever seen from him before - telling the 141 that as much as he loved them - if anyone, including them, got in his way he would genuinely spin their jaws. Fleeing the base with everyone giving him such a wide berth that anyone looking at the scene would assume Simon has the plague. So antsy to reach you after his very thorough shower, that he can't even remember how he managed to get to your apartment so fast - later realized he broke speeding laws.
You had been prepared, after all, those brief calls and texts were filled with Simon being so transparent in them. He had no room for embarrassment when it felt like he was losing his mind with want. Fuck, he practically tears the door off its hinges after unlocking it with his spare key - slamming the door shut behind him as he strips off every layer of clothing. Leaving a trail that leads towards the room you record in, where you're sat there naked and smiling on the bed. A bottle of lube and the cameras all primed and ready for you to record with them, not yet rolling as Simon needs to grab a different mask than the ones he wears out and about.
"That needy, huh sweetheart?" Your voice already pitched in that low throaty way he's been needing for months now has him whimpering, taking off his mask to pull on the one you offer him easily. White fabric stretching across his head, breathable yet covering his face perfectly - and a loose long sleeve shirt meant to cover his tattoos so no one can recognize him. After all, it would be very annoying to navigate someone possibly trying to blackmail him - so this was the best way for him to get what he wants, especially since if this goes well..... He wants to do it again and again. The thrill of being seen by so many people that regularly tune in to watch you, hell a livestream could be in the future one day - Simon Riley being claimed, live for anyone to see. Hell, Simon might let the boys see when he gets back to base. But for now, it's just a recording that you can edit and post so everyone knows he's yours to fuck and use.
You get up from the bed to start rolling as he positions himself, chest against the bed with his ass up in the air - presenting himself like a bitch in heat, which he wouldn't have any other way. Hands and arms limp by his head that's resting against the pillows, body relaxed and so ready for you - instinctively knowing he's about to get the best sex in the damn world, knowing he's truly about to get ruined and turned off from anybody else should you two part - he wouldn't allow that to happen, because any damn issue will be fixed.
God it feels like coming home when you settle behind him, smoothing a hand down his thigh and pressing a small kiss to cleft of his ass - taking your time to explore the muscles you can reach, hands dragging across his skin and under his shirt to knead at his stomach.
"Get on with it." He croaks, spreading his knees apart and tilting his hips down so his cheeks jut out - sighing in relief when your hands move to grope at them, manipulating the muscly fatty flesh firmly.
"Watch your tone, darling. We'll get there when I say so." Hollow tone reaching Simon's ears, syrupy in such a way it settles him - muzzling the way he wants to get snippy with you for trying to take your time. He is, however, unable to stop the fussy sound he makes - squirming in place, only for you to swat at the meat of his ass.
Simon honestly feels whorish for the sound he makes, unabashed and punched out moan tumbling from his mouth - a hissed out yesss as you roughly grab the cheek you slapped. Lightly tapping the red imprint on his skin, chuckling at how he leans into the small sparks of pain running along his nerves. Each globe now being kneaded in your hands once more, smiling down at Simon's back when he squirms.
"What? The other cheek needs attention too?" Chuckling when you see him nod into the pillows, jutting his ass out and wiggling with a needy sound - God, he really is desperate for you to ruin him. Really, how could you deny him?
Tapping each cheek gently, warming up his skin and muscles before sharply cracking your hand against the fat of his other cheek - his moans and sighs filling the air as each stinging pat is delivered to his behind. Practically making the other man boneless as his rear slowly becomes a healthy rose color, his thighs shaking from the pleasure filled pain of you so aptly pulling him apart - his lips parted beneath his mask so he can let out tiny little gasp, the strength in his legs weakening as he slowly sinks down onto the bed fully. His ass barely tilted up as he loses himself in your hands giving him what he damn near demanded for months.
Fuck, he looks like a feast.
It's truly not your fault that you need to have a taste, arms caging the outside of Simon's thighs as you lower yourself down to your stomach. Hands pulling Simon's wrists down and keeping them there by his hips, before finally burying your face in between his cheeks.
The noise he makes is so decadent. A mix of something half between a strangled shout and mewl, a pure primal sound that has you grinning against his rim - his body jolting as he uselessly kicks his legs, unable to move away from the way your tongue traces his hole - lapping and mouthing away at his tight ring, barely able to rock his hips back up against your face since you don't allow his knees any space for him to find enough stability to move his pelvis enough to press up into your mouth.
He can only take it, your strength keeping him still as you lave at his furled entrance - hole spasming around your tongue when you thrust it into him, pushing past his tightness and groaning at how loud he gets. Octaves you have never even heard, nor thought, Simon could reach fills your ears. Almost frantic whining sounds spilling from his throat as you eat him out, fucking your tongue into his hole in a constant rhythm - making Simon feel so open and naughty from the way your wet muscle soaks his hole with spit.
Sure, you've eaten Simon out - but you usually do it with a soft sort of reverence. Never have you held him down and made him take each lap of your tongue, made him take each shove of it past his rim - never made it so that he couldn't move his hips and rub himself back onto your face. It makes his core clench around your tongue, it feels so lewd to be skewed with the dripping muscle. Desperation for any sort of friction building up within Simon, making him begin to sob into the pillows as his neglected cock ruins the sheets beneath him.
"Please! I need more, fuck!" Oh so whiny instead of the low timbre you're used to, God it makes your own cock that's leaking onto the bed twitch with an aching throb. You fucking need to bully your cock into his walls, and you needed it yesterday.
You let go of Simon, sitting up on your knees as your mouth begins to pool with spit - grabbing his hips and heaving the trembling man into a deep arch, shiny and spit slick hole winking at you as it clenches around nothing. Wet enough for one finger to slowly breach the slightly loosened muscle, gently beginning to open him up - and God he's tight. Hasn't had the time to properly open himself up before finally getting back home to you, only able to work his cock on the rare occasion he wasn't too busy or needed - and Simon needs this to be as raw as possible, he wants to feel an ache whenever he moves around.
"Another - fuck - please. Want it to burn - God, please - don't be sweet." Simon whimpers out, groaning as you let you spit drip from your mouth and onto his hole - easing the glide of your second finger slowly pushing into him, hole fluttering like crazy around your fingers. Sinking in one continual push, drool softening the burn of such a quick stretch after the first finger.
But for Simon? It's pure heaven. The way you're just using your saliva to open him up, not lingering while opening his walls - making him take and yield to each additional digit, it hurts so good. Building a delectable dance along the very seams that hold him together, mouth open to let out consistent unbroken stream of noises - he knows and doesn't care about how whorish he sounds, he's losing his fucking mind to how good he feels. Getting exactly what he's been craving for months now has Simon thoroughly enjoying himself.
God, and the fact it's all on camera? To be edited and posted online, a public claiming without his identity being truly revealed? Everyone knowing that he's yours to fuck like this? The only one you'll do this to ever again? It has Simon's head woozy with a heady feeling, so dizzy with pleasure that he doesn't even realize you've pulled your fingers out until he feels your tip against his hole.
He should feel embarrassed with the way you spread his cheeks in order to spit on his hole and your tip, before finally sinking in one uninterrupted swoop - punching out a noise high from the back of Simon's throat.
"Sir!" He sobs, scrabbling for purchase - only for you to snarl and pull out - dragging him to the edge of the bed and planting your feet against the floor. You grab his wrists, and pull him back as you thrust back inside of his walls.
"If I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you like this. Like you're the perfect little fleshlight for me, which you are. Aren't you baby?"
That, drives Simon wild - practically howling for you, loudly wailing - sobbing as each precise thrust against his prostate is so perfect. Rigid and uncompromising while slamming your hips into his cheeks, properly drilling him like he's nothing but a toy to unload all your stress on. Each prod against his prostate is precise with pin-point accuracy, and it's truly everything Simon's been so impatiently waiting for. The months of lackluster orgasms with his fist, hushed conversations with you whispering into his ear how you'd fuck him - coaxing him to his peak and cooing over the phone just how sweetly good he is for you.
He doesn't last long, spilling onto the sheets beneath him with cry - too frantically delirious and frenzied with the pleasure and very thought of being claimed by you like this. His soft sobs of overstimulated pleasure soon fill the air, but like the champion he is - Simon keeps moving his hips back so help you reach the edge and tumble past it. Purposefully clenching and releasing his walls around your prick with an excitement to be filled up by you.
Simon also knows the best way to get you to cum quicker, the best way to make you just as wired up as he was. Sniffling through his tears as he tries to catch his breath, gulping for air and swallowing thickly - consciously melting against the sheets in such a way that you have to readjust your grip and pull him back tighter.
And by the Gods are you strong. Fucking into Simon so hard that he knows he won't be walking right for at least a week. Knows that his back will ache so fiercely, and it's so worth it when each tempting thrust makes his spent cock twitch valiantly - the wet friction of his cock trapped against both his stomach and the bed helping to build him up once more.
But the need for him to feel your cum inside of him, to paint his walls white with every single last drop of spend grows inside of his chest - making a fresh wave of tears slip down his cheeks. God, he's a hairsbreadth away from cumming - all he needs is for you to fill him up.
"Sir, sir - fuck - please inside. Cum inside please, fuck." Simon mewls, blubbering through his tears that soak his masked face - weeping from how satisfying each rough drag against his prostate is. Fisting the sheets with such a tight grasp, cock grinding against the bed from each harsh thrust - skin slapping skin in each deafening clap of flesh, hands pulling Simon's wrist back into your thrusts so he can't escape them. Even when he uselessly kicks his legs, it only leads to making him be even easier to pull him back into each thrust you push in.
"I'll cum where I want, darling." You rasp, feeling the way he becomes and absolute vice around you at your words - making your brutal pace stutter, hoarse moan tumbling from your lips as thick spurts of cum fill Simon up. Almost syrupy in it's viscosity, your load heavy in its amount - virile and potent, sloshing against Simon's quivering walls. His body going taut as you keep pumping your hips into him, screaming out in a cracked and throaty way - making him cum around your length for the second time in such a short timespan, sobs spilling from his lips because it's so intense for him. Overwhelming in such a good way that he just can't help but cry, burying his face against the sheets as your hips slowly still.
You lean down over him, lips softly kissing up his spine while your arms wrap around him - shushing him gently, practically cooing at him as you mumble praises against his skin. Slowly pulling out of him and muttering apologies when he whines through his crying, quickly turning off the cameras so you can return and care for him as best you can.
Simon doesn't know when he stops crying - but he can feel how much you love him in each soothing motion. The way you speak to him about why you're leaving the room to grab a wet washcloth. Can feel it in how your gentle hands roll him over and remove the mask to press soft kisses to his cheeks, thumbing away his tears while whispering how pretty he is - how he did so well.
He feels it when you take off his shirt and begin to wipe down the sweat from his body, careful in every movement to not overwhelm him as you eventually clean his skin of the cum on and in his belly. Can feel it in the way you heave him up into your arms, and bring him to your real bedroom - how you grab a water bottle from the kitchen after you darted away so you wouldn't be apart from him for too long.
Simon knows he is loved when you clamber onto the bed with him, sitting up against the head board and bringing him back against your chest - holding the water bottle to his lips and making sure he takes small sips so he doesn't choke. Sweetly muttering against the crown of his head that he did perfect, that he took everything so well - that he did excellent for you, and how much you love him.
"I love you, Simon." You breathe out so easily, nosing at his no doubt sweaty and damp hair - a bit overgrown since he hasn't really had the chance to take care of it during those past few months away.
"I love you too." And Simon means that with every fiber of his being. From the tips of his strands, past the roots of his hair - through the muscles and veins that make up his body, straight over his bones and cartilage. Hell, if Simon could he would only every breathe you into his lungs and keep you there in the crevice next to his heart.
But your love, your words, your actions, everything you - is enough for him. And with your arms around him, your soft words of love filtering through the mush of his brain - Simon falls asleep knowing he is adored and preciously cherished by you.
ā° KYLE GARRICK falling in love with the hot dilf of a baker who lives in his town. Youāre a handome older man, surely in your late thirties ā early forties who is extremely mature and intelligent. He finds himself visiting the bakery every now and then just to stare ā utterly in love with the subtle gray that enriched your face and hair. Tattoos run up and down your arms like inked snakes, you donāt look like a baker but your talents prove otherwise. You have a kid, a four year old little girl that you give the world too. sheās there with you every day when sheās home from school, kyle picked up on that. He finds it hot how you manage to run a bakery and take care of a kid at the same time.
Eventually heād find some way to make conversation with you, one thing would lead to another and heās asking you out on a date. nothing fancy, just something simple. Youād enjoy spending time with the younger man, learning more about him ā how he wants to be father as well and his career in the army. The dates become more frequent and kyle becomes your boyfriend and a second father to your daughter. He treats her like his own flesh and blood and you count ask for more!
and you take good care of them both. Kyle even works in the bakery sometimes when heās homeāwhatever is left over gets brought and all three of you will indulge while watching some corny family movie. Family dates are a thing too. Overall kyle would be an amazing step dad!
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ā° Thereās something primal about the way that SIMON RILEY MOANS that completely rewires your brain when youāre having sex. He isnāt loud, preferring small grunts and praises over the brash and loud moaning. He wants to tell you how good youāre doing.
But when youāre balls deep inside, raw with no separation in between your cock and his walls, firm balls flush against his cheeks, tip pressing right against his prostateā you get this drowsy moan. One that lets you know that Simon has been reduced to nothing but a babbling mess, his words slurring and his heavy manchester accent now a lot prominent. He sounds like heās drunk to put it frankālike heās thrown back one to many and his mind is a haze.
Simon has this breathy sound in behind each moan and every word ends with him only behind able to pronounce the vowels or a syllable of what he really wants to say. Making him whimper is that best partāsuch a scary man underneath you like this and falling part on your dick can really boost your ego. can you blame him though? Itās hard to get you words across when youāre boyfriend is digging you out so nice good and deep.
ā° Valentines day with Graves and SOUTHERN! HUSBAND READER. Usually phillip spends āsillyā holidays like that on base, working and going about his business as a commander. Now he has reason to be away and take time off. Phillip has now spent the last two valentines days with you.
You make him feel special, it may seem weird because youāre two grown men but he finds himself looking forward to it more than ever now. Youāre a cheesy lover, someone thatās into the old classic surprisesāthe chocolates, the roses, the balloons and fancy dates.
Sometimes a fancy date isnāt even needed. Take Phillip on a horse ride to the lake by the house and have a small picnic there, his heart will beat no slower. But you know he prefers a simple home dinner date, cook him a nice steak meal and Phillip will find it impossible to love you more than he already does. Not many have the privilege to a husband like you.
The best part is when itās time to wind down. You offer him a massage, one to ease his tense muscles so that he can relax. You know that being a commander isnāt easy and thereās a big weight that rests on your husbands shoulders. Once again youāre cheesy, so of course you do light more candles for him. Phillip thinks itās endearing and funny how you assert yourself but blush when it comes to things like this. Itās a sight to see.
satoru was a risk taker. call it on a count of his cocky personality, or the fact that he was the strongestābut taking risk is what made him who he was. there was no one strong enough to stop him, no one to tell him ānoā or āthat not rightā. he did at one point in his life but he never listened. It wasnāt his thing.
satoru was a brat. youād learned that about him within the first three weeks of your relationship. he didnāt listen. it was like being on his worst behavior was second nature for him. learning to tame the untrainable took time and skill, but you were willing to learn.
he loved to push your buttons, see how far he could take you before you blew. satoru knew what exactly made you tick, even if you didnāt show it externally, he knew on that on the inside you were thinking of every way you could break him apart.
and that was what exactly was going through his mind as he teased you underneath the table with his foot, toes pressing among the bulge that formed in your dress pants as you and yaga discussed business about a current student of his; yuji itadori.
you maintained eye contact with the older man while he spoke, satoru pressing a grin into the palm of his hand. yaga couldnāt see it, but you could feel those cerulean eyes on you. expecting, waiting, pleading for some type of reaction but he knew you wouldnāt give in, especially in front of someone.
so he teased and teased, watching you tense, feeling you twitch beneath his toes.
but he couldnāt help but grin as you grabbed his hand entirely to sweet? lacing your fingers together as you pulled him into a vacant classroom. ācome on baby, it was just a bit of teasing. it aināt my fault you canāt handle itā
youāre quiet but satoru knows he won when grab the back of his head and pull him into a kiss, one thatās full of nothing but tongue and teeth. thereās a fight for dominance but itās only because he doesnāt want to give it so easilyāall it takes is a firm grip around his neck, fingers bruising his skin for him to whimper like a bitch and go pliant in your hold.
within minutes youāre buried inside of him, his pants and boxers long discarded as you hammer into his ruddy pussy. his knees are pushed into his chest, his toes curling as he lies flat on his back and all open for you. heās crying, it always ends with him crying. he was somehow still loud, even with his own underwear stuff in his mouthāthe material wet with drool and tears. his beautiful body jolted along the desk, the small mounds on his chest shaking too. strands of his white hair almost glued to his forehead from the sweat.
you give a few slow thrusts that drag your cock deliciously against satoruās spongey spot. he melts, his eyes damn near roll into the back of his head. youāve been doing this long enoughā satoruās close enough to orgasmāthat every touch feels like a shot of pure pleasure going up his spine.
ācome on pretty boy. you can take what i can give right?ā
he hates when you do that. he hates when you give him the same energy from earlier. but itās so fucking hot when you tease him backāwhen you deliver slow strokes to his throbbing cunt and his cocklet, all red and wet jumps from the onslaught. satoruās head lolls back on hits the desk, between your words and the amazing pressure of your cock, he was sure his brain was oozing from his pussy.
his chest rises with every thrust as you pick up the pace and it brings him embarrassment just how much wetter he gets. just then you rotate your hips in a way that has his back arching off of the desk and an incredibly loud moan leaving his pink swollen lips.
āwhat is it to much? this is what you wanted right? to be taken right where anyone could walk past and hear you taking me like a whoreā
you drop his legs and lean over him, satoruās legs coming to wrap around your waist as his hands find your back. he knew heād something to ground him. you grip the edge the edge of the desk and the other grips his jaw, forcing him to look you dead in the eyes as you make his pussy your home, as you force his walls to remember the way you feel nestled deep in his stomach. the gag is completely soaked amongst other things.
āweāre gonna go until i deem you fit enough to cum. i donāt care who walks in and sees. youāre gonna fucking learn, satoru.ā
ā° CAPTAIN MCTAVISH is not some pillow princess. Sure he likes to be taken care of every now and then but he prefers having you tied to the bed while he bounces on your cock like a whore in heat. Letting you lie almost useless while he takes what he needs from you. Being a Captain is stressful, so youāll allow him this once, and itās not like you, a sergeant, have much of a say in the matter anyway right?
He gets off to your pathetic whines, the calling of his title. He will make you beg for it, tell him exactly what you want and he may give it to you. Mctavishās thighs work overtime, hole keeping a nice snug fit around your cockāyour pelvis damn near bruising with every drop of his hips and he wonāt stop until heās full of your cum, full of you.
Even if you were to pass out from the many orgasms heās managed to pull, youāll wake up with your cock in his mouthāthose piecing blue eyes staring you down as he manages to grin with you nestled deep down his throat. The captain will pull off and jerk your spit soaked cock, letting his tonge drag along the sensitive veins.
ācāmon mate. weāre not done yet, you can keep goinā for me canāt you?ā
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imagine convincing your lieutenant to come over to your flat for dinner, under the guise that you can cook and feed him better than he does for himself. the new interest in simonās lifestyle sparked a small bit of conversation between the two of you. it would be a bit dry on his end, but you wouldnāt mind it. a simple greeting turned into a talk of foodāspecially what exactly did ghost eat to stay that size. the answer was a bit disappointing to say the least.
speaking to him with a little goofy smile that made a flame ignite under that frozen heart of his. sometimes he hated how completely invested you were in his lifestyle, you asked the right questions but never the ones that made you overstep.
āonly dinner?ā
āonly dinner.ā
that was the agreement. simonās skeptical because he knows you, youāre his sergeant.
one thing would lead to another and heās showing up to your home, he doesnāt make an effort to dressāa simple black hoodie and jeans. itās more than enough. a small black mask covering the lower half of his face. it comes off once he steps into your flat though. you put your money where your mouth is, you feed him until he canāt get enough. plate after plate, and meal after meal.
a big man like him deserves it. he questions why and you only say to be thankful, because heās a good man and he deserves to eat like one.
an hour or two later, simon is lying on his stomach. face down in your pillow trying to catch his breath. his hole gaping with your release as his own cum keeps his skin melded to the sheets. a few shared drinks and this is where it gets him. fucked nice and hard by his own sergeant.
a big guy like him had to work off those calories some how right? ghost knew better than to fall for you sickeningly sweet offer, but he couldnāt help himself. he put himself in this situation purposely.
ā° Imagine being Gazās NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR! Youāre a young guy who likes bass guitar and a lot of heavy metal music so you can only imagine the amount of headaches Gazāll get when youāre playing music super loud, or strumming your guitar.
He tries to hate you but youāre as sweet and gentle as they comeāalthough, mammoth in size, your voice is gentle and you handle things with such care that Gaz always thinks that maybe he has the wrong idea about you. At first he thought you were some emo hulk head but youāre more than that.
Youāll always bring him food when youāve cooked to much and you never fail to play your music on low because you know he needs the rest. Heās told you about his job once or twice.
And when he invites you over in spontaneous. You would spend the night drinking and he gets to know you better, even trying his best to cook for you. One thing will lead to another and youāre both kissing, seeing where the night will take you.
Simon enjoys the simple things in life. Small walks through the woods, reading and drinking tea, just the little things are enough to give him satisfactionāeverything besides the bloodshed. Sure, his jobs requires him to do unorthodox things sometimes, but he is content with that because he has you to even out the fact that he has to killāthat he feels that, killing is all the he is made for. The blood of many men and women dry his hands and stain his skin, heās seen and done more than any man should ever have to do.
It plagues him. Simon knows that when that mask is on and heās geared up, ready to set off with his team of men that āGhostā has to take over. He is no longer Simon Riley. Just a shell of him.Then thereās you. Someone who makes him feel new, who brings out the real him. Someone who isnāt tormented by the spirits of his past. You are someone who embraces him, trouble and all, someone who keeps him swallowed in the pits of love and affection until finally, he is whole.
Thereās no battlefield, no weapons, no blood and screaming. No worrying if all his men have returned him to their families because he wasnāt able to lead them correctly. When he steps through the door of your apartment and is engulfed in everything that is you, he is different. When the mask comes off and you are able to cup his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing over his stubble while pressing kisses along his scared faceāhe is happy.
And right now it was just that moment.
Ghost Simon stepped through door and dropped his duffle bag, a groan tugging from his throat as he rolled his neck and stretchedājoints popping. Fatigue wearing heavy on his body. He found himself stripping with every step he took, clothes hitting the floor as he moved closer to you. Reaching up to pull of the mask, he tossed it on the table, dark blonde hair a mess and his eye makeup smudged from sweating. heād been so eager to get home that he didnāt bother to wash it off.
You come around the corner from the kitchen, smile wide and arms open to coax your boyfriend into your comfort. You could see the tiredness dwelling in his eyes, by now he was only in his jeans and under shirt.
āWelcome home my sweet boyā
Simonās shoulders instantly relax and heās falling into your hold, dropping all of his weight onto you and you hold him so easily. Itās a sign thatās he is relaxed and heās safe, mind only on you. He didnāt even have the energy to come up with a rebuttal for your little nickname as per usual. Your hands comes up to rub at the back of his a neck and the little bit of buzz from his hair. Heāll groan into your neck. Trying to fit himself further into your arms and make himself smaller, because god, has he missed you.
āItās alright big guy. I got you yeah?ā
It feels like heās a kid again. Only this time youāre there with him and comforting him. His eye lids are heavy and riddled with sleep and with every peck your lips and whisper of your voice heās falling further and further into sleep. Simon understands. He gets why it is that people love so hard. With someone like you, he finds itās easy to open up and wear his heart on his sleeve.
graves having a southern husband makes all the sense in the world. you own a lot of land and right in the middle of your big farm sits a pretty blue and white farm house that you built. you donāt have kids just yet, but the two border collie sure do suffice enough for the both of you.
while heās away you take care of the farm, getting all the work done while missing your pretty little husband and praying for his safe return. as much as he loves telling you just how much the military could needs a brute like youāhe knew the farm was a much better fitting setting instead. plus, phillip was in absolute love with watching you ride horses.
those rough hands of yours werenāt made for holding a damn weapon, but for taking care of horses, feeding cows, and gripping his thigh when youāre driving that big truck of yours.
nonetheless, when your phillip comes home, youāre always there with open arms and dinner ready. you know he needs it after the things he does to ensure the safety of your country.
you also know how hard he works and likes to be taken care of after engaging in such physically demanding work. so you shower together a lot.
military balls arenāt your favorite, but phillip practically jumps at any opportunity to show off his good looking husband. extra points because he loves seeing you get all nice and suited up.
you usually just hang off his arm like some pretty eye candyā phillip will introduce you then make conversation, you have no problem standing back and watching him act all professional.
only god knows how insanely good and nasty the sex is when you get back home.
dates would consist of taking him horse back riding and out on picnicsāitās corny but you prefer enjoying nature and being outside than holed up in some cheesy expensive restaurant. not that you mind of course.
youāre a good husband. family is always first and being born into a big one, you know how easily to is to put phillip before yourself.
ā° The thought of you on your knees with your hands secured tightly behind your back while gaz humps his fat cunt against your tongue. Hands tangled in your hair as he stares down at you with those pretty brown eyes, a big difference in his actions.
āGood fuckinā boy. just like thatākeep that pretty mouth wide open for me yeah?ā
The way he ruts against your mouth and slides his pretty engorged clit between your lips, letting you suck on it as he whimpers and moans out more praises for you to hear, pulling at your hair while he just leaks right on your tongue.
When you let your tongue slip inside and your nose is buried in the fat of his pussy, pubic hair and his dick bumping against it. The way he rolls his hips so easily and effortlessly. The way he looks down at you and praises you for being such a good boy.
When gaz lifts his leg and begins thrusting down on your tongueāfuck! And the smell of his pussy has your brain going hazy and your eyes rolling back. the clenching of his walls has your hips twitching into the hair for some kind of release.
Maybe if you can make him cum more than once heāll reward you by riding you stupid.
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thinking š¦š¢šØš§ššš„š”! reader who meets kyle in their recruit years. you both were nothing but scrawny young teens looking to make a change and a find a decent way of living.
you became best friends, went through the toughest of training together and watching gaz grow beyond reasoning. whenever you were injured he was in your room, patching you up, making you feel better, and vice versa.
you were the more troublesome one out of the two for sure. sure gaz liked to get in on your escapades sometimes but that was once in a blue moon.
the best of friends and always glued to the hip is what you were. the other recruits would even joke around and state that you two were soulmates and meant to be just because of how well he knew you and could handle you.
your boyish behavior, your heavy southern accent and the way you were unapologetically you, the way you tried to push yourself and outdo everyone is what had gazās heart palpitating in his chest. the way you were able to push aside that rough country boy attitude and go soft for him.
a drunken night out led to him slurring out his confession for you, gripping at your clothes as you kiss one another sloppily and with no coordination. and the rest of the night was a blissed blur of drunken pleasure. he was your first everything and you were his.
that was until you two ended up splitting. gaz gaining rank caused him to be transferred to another unit and that was the end of everything that once was
eventually years pass, both you and gaz have grown. there isnāt a night where you donāt think about the pretty soldier you use to spend your time with, how you two use to share a bed and laugh about the things youāve done to get in trouble.
thereās a picture you keep of him in your wallet that you stare at in your free timeāreminiscing of the times youāve spent and could have shared.
then youāre transferring to task force 141, a new lieutenant with more than enough notches underneath his buckle to know what the hell is going on. imagine when you first step foot into the briefing room. eyes scanning the room as captain price introduces you to the others.
you miss the way gazās eyes widen when he seeās your huge frame step through the door behind the captainās. the way his pretty brown doe eyes burn holes into your body while you talk.
when you lay eyes on the man who is still undoubtedly the love of your life ā the man you use to know. your eyes become comically big for a moment, they linger and god he is still incredibly beautiful.
gaz felt his gut stir when he heard you talk. you donāt sound like the kid he got to know way back when. you sound mature, your voice is more gruff and your voice more deeper. youāre taller, bigger, more matureāeverything he wants and more.
but then he seeās that youthful smirk pull at your lips and he knows for a fact that youāre still the same guy he met all those years ago.
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thinkinā of giving gojo the meanest back shots heās ever taken in his life. his thick ass clapping and jiggling against you every time your pelvis connects with his pretty pale behind!
the way your handprints start to swell a little bit and show up pinkāthe color, the exact same as the reddish bite marks littering his shoulders. and god, his body would be flushed all over because you had the ability to do that to him.
he is clawing and drooling all over the sheets and begging for mercy but but your only fucking into him faster and ignoring him. watching as he damn near rips into the duvet because of how good it all feels.
he sounds like a angel. whimpering and sobbing out your name as it it was the only thing that had his dumb brain running. all he wanted was for you to push load after load into his pussy for his birthday, until it was leaking down his pale thighs and leaving him delirious.
āyouāre doing so well for me baby.ā, anything that you say instantly had his cunt tensing around your dick and gojo pushing his ass back against you to take more of that dick in his tummy. that perfect arch in his back kept his ass presented for you perfectly. every time you would thrust into him, your heavy balls would smack his sweltering cock.
āf-fuck me . . . harder! puhāplease nghhā, the wet smacks, squelches, and heavy creaking of the bed was for sure going to have the neighbors banging on your door but fuck it! as long as your lovely little birthday boy got to bust his nut on your dick, that would be the only thing that left you satisfied.