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Nikto who has a lopsided cock because the bindings Zakhaev put him in made it mould uncomfortably. It's never fully erect anymore, and it doesn't exactly feel the same as it used to. He feels it through the moment, whether it be a passionate or aggressive night with you.

Nikto who has a missing testicle and suffers with hypospermia (the lack of sperm cells but not infertile). He didn't know if you would still want to suck him off, and he was quite nervous to show you. But everything seemed to change when you got on your knees to kiss his half erection and cup his one testicle.

Nikto who can't suck love marks into your skin because of his broken, misshapen and malnourished lips. While he would love to see your neck and shoulders covered in hickeys and nibbles, is biting such a bad option?

Nikto who absolutely adored your body, and he honestly would kill to see you in lingerie. The lacey fabric would make you look angelic, more so that you already look! Maybe a bright white or a suiting shade of deep green would look nice on you, but he doesn't know if you want to wear it and he won't force you,

Nikto who DEFINITELY has a breeding kink. It's the Russian part of him, he needs to have offspring to keep his name going. And when you're finally pregnant, growing a child just for him within your womb, he would still eat you tf out, even when you're just a bit too close to the finish line.

Nikto who loves degrading you when he's on top, but melts and fucking nuts when you praise him in any sort of way. He's damn near never gotten any validation during sex, but with you? No, he knows his cock is making you feel good.

Nikto who only lasts long when he's on top, forcing his misaligned cock into you with brutally paced thrusts. He'll be moving you into different positions every few minutes, needing to feel you in every possible way. Just... not when he's bottoming. He'll cum so quick that it almost always leads to you receiving some head.

Nikto who got fucking hard in his pants the first time he saw you naked. Like- damn. Why the hell did you have to be so damn gorgeous? How could he ever manage to catch someone as stunning as you? He worships you, mainly whenever it's an intimate setting.

Nikto who definitely gropes you a bit too hard. You have to forgive him, малышка, you're just so pretty! Mainly your tits, whether you have or not. Pretty nipples hardening under the callouses of his hand, he just can't get enough!

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"Hey lil' man," ghost coos to the baby sat in his lap, happily chewing on the ear of a snoopy plush with a tiny fist wrapped around ghosts pinky. "Having fun? Thinking up some big things, I'm sure."

It looks comical how small a normal, healthy baby looks in his lap. Little arms waving absolutely while it turns to look at ghosts unmasked face. Baby doesn't cry, only stares up at ghost before exclaiming "ahh!! Babbfaaahh!!"

Ghost, he only laughs and holds baby up in his palms so baby can touch all over his scarred face. Little excited "ah ah ah"s and random giggling interspersed whenever ghost pulled a funny face.

"Smart fella, ain't you?" Ghost snorts, sets baby back down to chew on snoopy. He's got this soft, sappy expression on his face. Looks so natural with a baby in his arms. You can't help but snap a few photos.

Vs

Simon "please please just get a toy–" riley who simply cannot keep up with your libido or stamina. He's long since come to terms with his erectile dysfunction and is more than happy strap whatever toy you want to his thigh and let you go. It took him forever to convince you it wouldn't hurt his feelings, and in the end he had to purchase a few for you to really drive the point home.

shut up my show is on (show is me thinking….) anyway ex army! reader who is also simon’s sweet wife …

thinking about how silent simon riley is on base, how he barely talks about his life back at home. he’s so menacing, cruel, he trains recruits like there’s no tomorrow. he’s changed since “roach” was decommissioned, since the 141 became more prolific.

the new recruits tentatively speak about him and roach, speak about how they were inseparable.

“you really think the ghost could like someone?” a recruit asks, in the mess hall, eating his rice pudding.

“think he could have loved them.” the other recruit says, “heard when roach died his heart was broken.”

and that’s that. he was a cruel man that’d lost too much. his own family, his partner. and now he was cruel and icy to everyone else.

that is until one day someone comes to the base’s reception, with a lunchbox in her hands. you’re standing there, your hair, that barely reaches your shoulders. you’ve got a large lunchbox in your hands, and you give a small smile to the receptionist as you give your ID card to be scanned. 

you’re sweet, wearing a cutesy summer top and a pair of cargo trousers, a right fit for the summer. 

you walk down the halls, with ease, mouthing 174 over and over again until you find simon’s office, and it’s fucking empty. he’s working again, through lunchtime, and obviously won’t eat until he comes back home to you for dinner.

 he’s sparring with the newbies in the gym, and you knock on the door. you swear you hear the recruits thinking he’s shout at you, but he drops everything he’s doing to rush to you.

“love,” he says, “you alright?” his hands pat your head and back down, and you shake your head. but still he insists, “you sure?”

“i’m sure sweetheart.” you shake your head, and then hand him the lunchbox. “please eat your greens lieutenant.” you blush, before putting the box in his hands.

he waves the recruits off, “take lunch off, we’ll be back in the afternoon.” and you just shake your head. 

“i swear she looks familiar.” a recruit says, “like i’ve seen photos of her around.”

simon isn’t so stupid to carry photos of you in his office. but there is a photo of his squadron in the early days. he’s near the back of the photo, tall and menacing, and two rows down you’re there too, grinning with your sparkling eyes. 

warnings: +18, smut, breeding kink, exhibitionism and voyeurism, raw fuck, kinda dark!könig

Imagine cowboy!könig walking with his horse in search of fun, something or someone that can keep his perverse mind occupied. That's when he manages to see you in the distance, entering the undergrowth with a basket of clothes and without having the slightest idea of ​​his presence.

König chases you at a suitable distance to go unnoticed, until you reach a river surrounded by nature and far from small civilization. He stays hidden in the bushes, watching as you kneel on the shore and start washing the clothes from the hamper. Soon you begin to hum a song, completely absorbed in your thoughts and your work.

König licked his lips, excited to know that both of you were the only ones there and how you didn't seem to notice his existence. In silence he remained static in his place admiring your beauty and the peace you transmitted. He soon asked himself, whose clothes were you washing? Was it yours? From your father? Or worse, your husband? A strong wave of jealousy washed over him at the possibility that you were the property of some bastard. Whether it was like that or not, König knew that no man in town would know how to deal with a sweetheart like you.

After a few minutes you finished washing the clothes and König thought you were ready to leave but that wasn't the case. You set the basket aside, away from the stream, and carefully undressed. You took off your white shirt, your long skirt and your underwear, leaving yourself completely exposed. You slowly entered the river, the water was up to your waist and the current was not too strong.

From the shadows König looked at you in amazement, admiring your body and how your soft skin was getting wet in the clear water. The excitement was present in him and his cock, which hardened as he noticed how you wet your hands and cleaned your chest. You closed your eyes and massaged your breasts, your nipples quickly hardened and a moan left your lips.

"Fuck! Keep going, keep going, don't stop..~"

König touched himself through his old jeans, keeping you in sight and allowing himself to moan slowly from the shadows. He knew he was capable of cuming just from the image of you. It had been weeks since he had fucked and his libido was driving him crazy. So he decided that he would leave his place and go towards you. In the best of cases you were willing to help him, and if you didn't want to it didn't matter because no one could hear your screams.

He took off his shirt and cowboy hat, leaving him only in his jeans and boots. He hesitated to take his gun but ended up leaving it, you didn't seem strong enough to fight.

He came out of hiding and walked towards you, catching your attention. To his surprise you didn't seem scared, on the contrary you smiled inviting him to join you, which he did. König took off his last clothes and entered the river with you. He hugged you from behind, resting his cock against your ass and letting out a moan in your ear.

His horniness was so big that from one moment to the next you were being fucked hard by him. His large hands grabbed your hips, moving you as he liked and leaving marks on your soft skin. Your breasts bounced to the rhythm of the thrusts and nothing but moans of pleasure came out of your mouth.

"This, this is how I like them... Tight and wet, you're all mine!" König moaned, bringing one of his hands to your neck and pulling you towards him.

"Sir~.. It feels so good!" You managed to say, feeling how your orgasm was closer.

König continued his thrusts, fucking as deep as his cock would allow and definitely leaving you sore. He was also about to finish soon and he knew it.

"I'm going to cum inside you, so deep that you're going to end up carrying my baby.." he murmured into your ear. "Do you want that, doll? Do you want my cum?" He asked, hugging you with his strong arms.

You babbled in pleasure and didn't have time to assimilate what he was saying because your orgasm arrived. König felt how your warm walls hugged his cock and he couldn't take it anymore, filling you inside with his semen.