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Hunter x Hunter
Call of Duty

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KISS THE MASK
𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 beware of mask kink, sensory overload, light breathplay, and unprotected sex.
you’re a fucking mess beneath him, legs spread wide, his thick cock splitting you open so good you can’t even think straight. simon’s got you pinned to the bed, one hand wrapped tight around your throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you dizzy with want—while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise.
“fuck, look at you,” he growls, voice rough, muffled behind that damn mask. the one that drives you insane. the one you’re desperate to kiss, even though you can’t.
you whine, arching into him, nails scraping down his back as he fucks into you with deep, punishing strokes. “simon—please—”
“please what?” he taunts, grinding his hips in slow circles just to watch you squirm. “use your words, sweetheart.”
but you can’t. not when he’s hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, not when all you can focus on is the way his mask stretches over his lips, the faint hint of warmth beneath the fabric. you’re fucking obsessed.
so you reach up, fingers trembling, and grab the sides of his mask, pulling him down until your mouth is pressed sloppily against where his lips would be. you kiss him like a starving thing, open-mouthed and desperate, tongue dragging over the rough material like you could taste him through it.
he groans, low and filthy, his hips stuttering. “fuckin’ greedy, aren’t you?”
you nod, whining into the mask, sucking at the fabric like it’s his bottom lip. you can’t help it—you need more, need him closer, even if it’s just this.
he curses, snapping his hips harder, fucking you through the mattress. “that’s it, keep kissin’ me like that,” he rasps. “like you can’t fuckin’ get enough.”
you can’t. you really fucking can’t.
your moans are muffled against his mask, spit soaking the fabric as you cling to him, your cunt fluttering around his cock. you’re so close, so fucking close—
“gonna come?” he murmurs, voice dark with promise. “do it. come all over my cock, sweetheart. let me feel it.”
that’s all it takes. you shatter with a broken cry, body trembling as he fucks you through it, his own release following soon after with a rough groan.
when he finally pulls out, you’re still panting, lips swollen from kissing his mask like a slut. he chuckles, thumb brushing over your cheek. “fuckin’ insatiable.”
Dean Winchester Fanfic Recs
a/n: these are all fan fictions that I think deserve more recognition or some that I will always go back to reread ! and if you're one of the authors and prefer I don't @ your work for whatever reason lmk and ill remove it <3
One-shots/Imagines/Drabbles
Angst
Stabbed by @watermelonlipstick
Stubborn Comfort by @wearywinchester
Comfort Crowd by @mind-empty-just-fictional-people
He's Not a Machine! by @mind-empty-just-fictional-people
Hold on to Me by @supernatural-fangirl1967
Restless Nights by @zepskies
aftermath by @valjy
Touch by @supernotnatural2005
stitches by @dewwinchester
Fluff
Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons by @fooshigoomies
Being Dean's Wife by @deanbrainrotwritings
Too Many Beds by @mind-empty-just-fictional-people
Faithfully by @fanfictionalraven
Get a Room. by @em-ontv
Every Day That You Want by @godmadeaterribleerror
i feel so high school every time i look at you ... by @deerlysacred
Miniskirt by @wendichester
photobooth by @honeyryewhiskey
Smut
To Need Somebody by @godmadeaterribleerror
Hold You Tight in My Mind by @godmadeaterribleerror
I'll Crawl Home by @godmadeaterribleerror
The Hiatus Beard by @supernotnatural2005
Dean x Reader Series + Miniseries
Canon/Canon-Compliant
Well, Hello there stranger by @talesmaniac89
Sleeping Awake by @talesmaniac89
Carry On by @jawritter
Genesis Primus: A Supernatural Series Rewrite by @dianawinchester03
Reno by @fanfictionalraven
Babylon the Great by @godmadeaterribleerror
Death on Holiday by @godmadeaterribleerror
AU
Escape by @soaringeag1e
The Man in Apartment 43 by @talesmaniac89
Home to You by @smol-and-grumpy
Legally Yours by @smol-and-grumpy
The Arrangement by @supernotnatural2005
Smoke Eater by @zepskies
Bravo 7-1 🧼
Down with sickness over @dante-mightdie ‘s blue collar!simon and his fixation with having a good meal
Your boyfriend works on the same construction site as Simon. He’s a serviceable worker, but a right fuckin pillock sometimes. Goes out for lunch every day with his mates like he’s got money to burn or something. And he’ll leave behind a neatly folded paper bag with a sticker on it a couple of times a week.
Eventually, Simon gets so tired of seeing it he thinks fuck it, why let it go to waste? He opens it up to see a little piece of memo paper with quickly inked handwriting on it alongside some storybook characters. Have a good day <3.
Inside there’s an insulated container with some hot tomato soup, accompanied by a hearty turkey, bacon, and lettuce club wrapped in wax paper on toasted bread. On the side are some apple slices and baby carrots. There’s a single wrapped heart shaped chocolate. And he’s kind of in heaven— god knows how long it’s been since anyone had ever prepared something like this for him.
Did your dumbass boyfriend have any idea that there were men that would kill to have a sweet thing sending them off to work with home-made lunches? Fuck, you probably have dinner waiting when he comes home, too. He’d only seen you once, when you’d come to drop something off for your man. Pretty. Pearls before swine.
Simon uses the last few minutes of his break to swing by the foreman’s office and check the employee records. Next time your fuckhead boyfriend goes out for lunch, Simon’ll be headed to yours to show you how a pretty bird ought to be thanked for taking such good care of her man.

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A love triangle between König x Simon Riley x You
I kept you as my secret…you kept me as your oath
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- The prologue
- In the beginning
- Bruises and blood
- Truce
- Friendship
- Aria
- Devotion
- Our Second Honeymoon
- London
- Bloodhounds
- Our Love is a Game I Lose.
- A Slow Death
- Hunted
- Score to Settle
- Epilogue
Inspired by this ask
The vibe
The playlist
For discourse look at the tag vice spoilers
The sequel; Vow
COD
All of 'em (TF141)
Ghost
Soap
Price
Gaz
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Poly Cod:
Smells Like Home: omegaverse TF141 x reader
Inspiration / part 0.5
Part 1
Smells Like Home
Inspired by @teletubbyinlipstick ! Let me know how y'all like it... if even one person says it's good I might make a little mini fic who knows ->
https://www.tumblr.com/teletubbyinlipstick/773874556933996544/something-something-abo-multihybridau-tf141?source=share
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, and there wasn’t supposed to be this many.
It was supposed to be a cute situation, maybe standing on a down breeze while walking through the park and smelling them.
I was supposed to be wearing a cute sundress and the bees were supposed to be buzzing and the butterflies flying.
Not me, hungover in my sweatpants, going to the corner store for some much needed energy drinks and catching a whiff of not one, not two, but four of the most delicious smelling alphas I had ever smelt.
I knew, from the moment that one gust of wind hit my nose, that they were all somehow my mates. It wasn’t like they each had an individual smell, but a mix of scents that complimented each other.
They were each other, through and through.
That’s how I found myself standing there, wide eyed, empty handed, staring at a group of the scariest four men I had ever seen.
But they were staring at me too, looking just as bewildered as I felt.
My heart was pounding in my chest and before I could take another breath of their sweet, amber scent, I shook my head and rushed into the shop.
I tried to collect myself.
This. Was. Not. Happening.
Not here, not like this.
I spent way longer in the store than I should have, dropped the one drink I went in there to buy, and almost left it on the counter after I paid.
They were waiting for me.
I could feel it before I saw them, before I even left the store.
I stood frozen, drink in hand and about six feet away from the door.
“Is everything okay ma’am?” the cashier asked.
It must seem like I was high, or scared. Maybe both.
I nodded, shooting him an unconvincing smile from over my shoulder. “Yeah, thanks!”
Collecting my bravery, I walked out of the store. I couldn’t even hear the bell over the blood rushing in my ears.
The hushed conversation between them stopped immediately.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fu-
“Hey.”
I froze.
I was scared.
Why was I scared?
Turning, I faced them.
I take them each in. Different… but the same.
Tall, muscular, so very alpha…
Three of them were standing in a little circle, one of them with his back against the wall and smoking a cigarette.
My eyes were wide as I hesitated near them.
Being this close was so overwhelming I couldn’t think straight.
Their attractiveness, their aura, the smell. I was surprised my knees didn’t buckle right then and there.
They had to be my mates, right? Maybe one of them was, and they were pack bonded? So it felt like all of them?
Something was happening, because if these were just random people I would be running for the hills.
They were all so scary. So intimidating.
Every little thing about them screamed danger, and I was staring it in the eyes.
I couldn’t see any weapons on them, but I knew they had them. These were men with enemies. They were also men who could, and probably had, killed with their bare hands.
“Hi,” I blushed. I felt so juvenile.
One of them took a step forward.
He looked like the oldest, maybe the leader?
He had a beard that covered his chin, a little bucket hat that he just somehow made work, a tight shirt that strained against his chest as his burly arms crossed over it, and piercing blue eyes that I felt I could trust.
It had to be him, right?
“You…” he trailed off, his eyes travelling down and back up my body.
He licked his lips before he continued. “What’re you doing here?”
My mouth opened to reply, then closed. I glance at the can in my hand. He does the same. “Um… what do you mean?”
He takes the smallest step forward, but stops himself. “My name’s Price. John Price.”
I stared. Did he want me to respond?
I glanced at the rest of the men standing behind him.
They were all staring at me.
John continued to speak, a small and knowing smile on his face. “I think we all know what’s happening here, right?”
I licked my lips nervously, a tic that did not go unnoticed.
“I…”
I chided myself for the lack of confidence I displayed.
Clearing my throat, I tried to continue. “Yeah. I think I might.”
“Good,” he nodded. “Then you understand that you have to come with us.”
I blinked once, then twice. My brows drew together.
His words almost sounded like a threat, but he said them in a way that made me feel like he was just right, that there wasn’t any other way to go about it.
Again, my mouth gapes before making noise. “What?”
Your fav military man, but this time he’s got you bent over his muscled leg, whimpering and pleading with your face smushed against the couch cushion as he rubs your plump pussy with his big, calloused fingers.
It’s almost unfair how he’s got you wound up enough to drool on the cushion. Your legs are spread apart for his complete convenience, and every stroke of his thick fingers against the sensitive, puffy skin has your cunt weeping for more.
You beg and plead for him to do something more- to shove those stupidly thick fingers inside where they belong, and he tuts once, gruffly. A mere second of silence passes, and your clit aches in silent protest of the missing stimulation before- oh.
Your no-nonsense lover’s hand firmly connects with your cunt with a sharp smack, and you see stars. A strangled, surprised moan falls from your lips, and he chuckles darkly, a soft, rasping sound that makes you whine again. “Oh, baby…. Did we learn something new today?”

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'STILL WAKES THE DEEP' AU | MASTERLIST
SOAP x READER
You're an environmental scientist conducting research on an off-shore oil rig with only a few days left before you're slated to leave. The eldritch creature they accidentally awaken throws a wrench in the works.
Or: scenes from the 'Still Wakes the Deep' au
a collaboration between @bi-writes and @ceilidho
tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Deep Sea Creature, Eldritch Monster, Minor Character Death, AFAB reader, TBA
First Meeting Warning Signs Trouble Brewing Something in the Water
Extras
Initial posts (1, 2) Series moodboard
the gift that keeps on giving - part one, john
Every year, on each of their birthdays, you're delivered with a bottle of Scotch. Shared. Savored. Spoiled. cw: established relationship, everything is consensual, reader is shared between price+nik+kate, smut, rope bondage, gags, mild degradation, vibrators, alcohol, pet names a/n: AO3
"Is that–?"
"It is."
"And that–?
"Nikolai sends his regards."
inspired by @/cordeliawhohung's amazing mafia au, in limbo, i had to draw chip and simon <3
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viking!goap x nun!reader
↪ you become the unlikely treasure of two Vikings who raid your convent looking for gold
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part one -> minium
part two -> woad and weld
part three -> orpiment
part four -> orchil
part five -> kermes
part six -> madder

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Gripping onto John's pillow that reeks of his cologne, smashing your face into the pillow as your manicured nails rake down the bedsheet. John grabs your hips from behind his fingers burning and branding your skin as he grabs the fat of your hips, to bring you closer to the edge of the bed as his thighs bracket yours.
"Y'know what would be real nice love? If you finally give up the big girl act and move in with me, we both know you shouldn't be living in that old apartment- need y'here with me" John emphasizes while sliding deep inside, making room from him in the depths of your soul. One hand trailing up to your chest as he grabs a large handful of your chest rolling your nipple with his calloused fingers, toying with you since he knows you'll take whatever he gives you. "I'm moving you out of there and you'll keep my house warm when i'm on deployment huh?- i know you'd be a good girl like that. taking care of my house, my kids-FUCK" John swears as he feels you tighten under him, filling you up and pressing his furry chest into the slope of your arched back. Covering you from the cold winter night that took out all the power, your own personal heater. Even with your brain all hazy while he runs his hands down your sides, you know you might take him up on that offer.
born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him