#bottom cod men

[iceman-soup]

amab masc!reader x bot!price

Your captain who just adores to bury his face into you, no matter when or where.

On a mission? He'll nuzzle into your shoulder in the truck or helicopter between locations. He's not even fussed when the others wolf-whistle or take pictures, just hums and gives them the middle finger.

In the mornings? You'll wake up with him snuggled by your side: as close to you as physically possible, fast asleep with his beard tickling your bare skin. You run a hand through his tussled hair, watching his pretty eyes flutter open as he murmurs a tired "mornin', my boy," and wraps his arms tighter around you.

You need to fix something high up? He'll come up to you with a soft smile, then burrow his face into your thigh, one hand on your lower back to make sure you don't fall off the chair or desk you're precariously standing on.

You're hard? This gentleman will be on his knees the second you ask him to, taking as much of you in his mouth as he can until he's at the base, teary eyes closed as he nestles his nose into your course hair, breathing in your musk and trying not to gag.

[vrtvyg]

Inexperienced Soap

Another few months without a post!

NSFW, MM, enjoy some Soap :]

Everyone's always talking about slut Soap, who's body count and body count are the same- fucks someone for every person he kills. Like repenting for his sins without a priest to judge him. (that's a story for another time)

But what about Soap who was never really horny? Even through his hormonal teenage years, just never saw much appeal. Probably jerked off once or twice a year.

Soap "Didn't lost his virginity until 24" MacTavish

He, who didn't get horny over the pretty girls who squished their tits against his bicep, but had to run off to the bathrooms during soccer practice because his teammate tackled him and he got hard.

Johnny, who watched porn of girls getting fucked brainless, and got soft, stumbles upon some jock sucking cock and cums harder than he ever has.

Mactavish, who fakes an orgasm during his first time with a girl because he couldn't tell her he wasn't into her.

Johnny, who's second time is a few years later, with a tank of a man who has him in a headlock, grinding into him excruciatingly slow. cock so deep that he feels it in his lungs, all while calling him the dirtiest things he could imagine.

Soap, who finally realizes "Oh shit, I'm gay."

[coventh]

“ FOR ME . ”

seveett {umikochannart}

Starring…??;; König x AMAB reader

Genre…??;; Smut

Warnings…??;; Doggy style (implied missionary), Auralism kink (look it up.), Possessiveness (?), Marking, Spanking, Daddy kink, Multiple Orgasms, Sub König .

König always made pretty noises every time you fucked him, the noises he would make only made you want to fuck him harder, faster.

So thats why you're here now, König laying on his stomach while desperately holding onto a pillow as you rammed your cock in and out of his eager hole.

dark marks like hickeys trailed all down his body, from his shoulder to his hips and all the way down to his legs. You raised your hand up and slammed it back down on his ass, watching the fat ripple and the red mark of your handprint appear.

König’s body convulsed as he was pushed further into the mattress with your rough thrust, hole clenching around your fat cock, loud pretty moans leaving his mouth.

“ You sound so pretty .. All for me , Yeah? ” you said, the words sending shivers down his spine as a deep moan was pulled from his throat, cock repeatedly jabbing at his prostate.

“ For you .. All for you , Vati—mghh ” (Daddy) König cut himself off with a guttural moan, cock shooting out cum down onto the dirty cum soaked white sheets. Your hands gently slid down his back, his body arched into your touch as you placed your hand back onto his ass, giving it another hard smack.

a few more loud smack sounds filled the room before you pulled his hips flush to yours, emptying your cum deep inside his greedy whole for the nth time.

You swiftly pulled out of him which made him let out a low whine, König was getting ready to complain and ask why you pulled out but before he could even look over his shoulder he felt himself getting flipped out onto his back.

König let out a gasp at the sudden movement, watching as his legs were thrown over your shoulders, feeling your thick cock slipping back inside his tight hole.

Chants of the name “Daddy” left his mouth, his hand searching to hold yours as his other gripped the pillow behind his head, throwing his head back as his eyes rolled back into his head, those pretty noises leaving König’s mouth as your dick repeatedly hit his sweet spot.

᪤; works belong to seveett, do not translate, copy or repost anywhere.

dt: @shaesbby (wanna join? dm me!)

[tiki-was-here]

Ok but like a reader who’s lowkey horrible at topping but wants to fuck their partner so bad 😢. And instead of instructing you on to how fuck them properly ur partner decides that showing is better than telling so they bring all of your friends over one day to teach you . All you can do is watch as they taunt you- grabbing your hair and telling you to pay close attention to how your partner moans when a real man is fucking them. OR EVEN BETTER- they have you fucking a silicone doll and tell you to copy their movements, laughing at your desperate thrusts and telling you that it’s obvious that you were made for taking cock and you should just stick to that instead of embarrassing yourself.

Bonus points if they’re all way older and more experienced than you and extra extra bonus points if they all fuck you after 🤭

[burstinn]

I wanna see a buff, or chubby bottom make reader like a literal tough guy getting dicked

No Offence I don't wanna keep seeing the same story of a twink getting topped by a big buff guy

I want atleast a buff male reader getting railed.. Guys.. pls pls PLEASE

Or like a very dominant looking male reader only for them to be topped

Edit:

When I go to bottom male reader tag and some stories remind me of this

I know some people wanna feel that way but personally yknow I don't like it.

[ctrl-alt-bucky]

Ghost & Bucky x Reader — Headcannons

I can't get these two out of my head, so here's even more crossover content lol. If you haven't read the first post, you can do so here! It's not required, but it might add some context.

♡ Headcannons below the cut ♡

Word count: 693 | Tags: gender neutral terms, mentions of kink (rope, dom/sub dynamics, etc.)

Though they're alike in battle, it's a different ballpark in the bedroom. While Ghost is sweet and teasing, Bucky is commanding and rough. Ghost often calls you "sweetheart" as he's pinning you down, sometimes with his hands, sometimes with rope if he has any on hand.

Ghost would coo and grin as you tremble, his sweet tone undercut by the sadistic way he'd restrain you and hold a vibrator to your most sensitive parts— and when you're crying, either from the need to cum or the need to stop cumming, he'd just grab your hair, expose your throat, and murmur, "You can handle it, baby. My good little slut."

Additionally, Ghost is often the one who stays beside you during aftercare while Bucky heads off to draw a nice bath. They both take turns carrying you from the bed to the bath and vise versa, their arms gentle but strong; the pinnacle of safety.

Both of them tend to fight with one another over whose clothes you wear, whose body wash you're smelling like, etc. And you play into too, purposefully throwing on Bucky's oversized tees and strutting around the apartment, knowing Ghost's intense gaze will be on you the entire time. And likewise, Bucky's subtly smug expression will cause Ghost to hug you from behind and take what's his.

That's why Ghost loves markings. You don't go a single day without some sort of hickey on your throat, thighs, chest, and anywhere else he can reach. One time you had an obvious lovebite right above your collarbone, and while the rest of Task Force 141 kept making playful remarks about it. Ghost was the one standing off to the side with his arms folded, wholly smug and his eyes displaying a sense of satisfaction behind the mask.

Both soldiers have a love/hate relationship with sharing you. But they find ways to make it easier, especially when they have you sandwiched between them, Ghost's steady hands on your waist as Bucky's tongue tangles with yours.

Bucky is rough, but he's cautious about it. It took him a long while to be comfortable with touching you, let alone with his metal hand. He often finds himself wrapping his right fingers around your throat; a reminder that he can be in control and keep you safe all at once.

Ghost won't go as far as choking you, but he does prefer to use various tools on you, so to speak.

Rope, vibrators, plugs— he changes between them depending on his mood. And it's not lost on Bucky either, who enjoys the surprise in seeing what Ghost made you wear this time around. Sometimes just a plug, other times cute lingerie he bought you as a gift.

More than once, Bucky has fucked you full and used the plug to keep it inside for later, when you inevitably run into Ghost.

It isn't always super kinky, however. There are days when the two soldiers are exhausted from their work and in need of relaxation.

They'll bundle on the couch with you between them, Bucky's metal arm on the top of the couch behind you, while Ghost's hand traces up and down your thigh; a movie playing on the tv, though none of you are really paying attention to it. His hand would sneak inside your boxers/panties, and you'd end up with Bucky's cock down your throat while Ghost's fingers lazily thrust inside of you, his other hand holding you face down, ass up.

"Our little plaything, hmm doll?" Bucky would purr as you choke around him.

Ghost likes to guide your head on Bucky's cock whenever you're forced to your knees. And when Bucky finally streaks your face, Ghost is the one who swipes his thumb through the mess to push it into your mouth.

At the end of the night, you'd find yourself surrounded by them, Bucky's heartbeat steadily beating as you lay on his chest and Ghost's warm, strong arms wrapped around your waist as he spoons you. They both struggle to sleep most nights, but with you passed out on top of them, both soldiers find it much easier to relax.

I couldn't help but make it a bit sweet, sue me. Hope y'all enjoy ♡ This has been in my drafts for *checks wrist* a year, holy moly. Absolutely send me prompts with these two so I have an excuse to write them!! >:) Also check out my ficlist for more!

[random0lover]

Price or Ghost just slowly sliding into while giving you praise and small reassurances, “That’s it so good for me hm?” “Almost taking it all, just relax for me sweetheart.” All while one hand is making sure to gently rub your clit and the other is gently rubbing soothing circles into your side 😵‍💫

[music4soul]

I don’t care WHO or WHERE I get it from, but I demand more omegaverse!NikPrice asap😾.

[callsign-songbird]

What's up sinners, back with more horny Ghost thoughts. B']

Thinking about Ghost having a long and hard day. Thinking about him not wanting to do much work, because he's been working all day. He gets home, pours a glass of bourbon, and sits on the couch with his shirt off just for you to see. He hasn't even showed yet, he just got home. And all he wants is a pretty little thing on his lap.

Thinking about him cooing mockingly in your ear, telling you to work for what you want. One calloused hand resting on your hip, guiding you while you slide your slick, puffy folds over the textured pockets on the thigh of his cargo pants. Thinking about his gravely voice and mancurian brogue calling you cute while you hump his leg like pathetic Pup.

Thinking about him putting in none of the effort to get you off, not tonight. He just wants to sit back and enjoy his drink and his show. And God are you entertaining.

"Work a li'l harder lovie, I don't think you really want to cum, do you? 'Atta girl."

[ask-sgtcrow]

❣ - An unpopular opinion I have

ask game

((i’m convinced that all of my opinions shouldn’t be unpopular because i’m right all the time so this was really difficult to think of (i’m joking, btw) ))

((tw: mentions of sa, “dark romance”))

((i hate. hate hate hate. “dark romance” as a literary genre. it puts serious topics like sa in a light that they shouldn’t be put in where it romanticises them to the point that people are reading dark romance books and wanting these things to happen to them because they’ve been made into something desirable))

((i’m sorry if this is a problematic take but i don’t find being stalked attractive and i don’t think it should be found attractive))

[iceman-soup]

cumdrunk ghost pretty please? w/ begging and dirty talk pleease?? thank you have a good day 😌

ohmygod YES okayy

amab masc!reader x bot!ghost

You've lost count of how many times you've finished inside Simon at this point, but you both know it's a lot. His legs are shaking but still clinging on to where he's wrapped them around your waist, cock leaking against his stomach as he claws at your back, craning his neck to bury his head in your shoulder whilst he sobs. You're buried deep in him, not moving and it's driving him up the wall, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he tries desperately to get your attention.

"Please, move, love, please," he keeps whispering, nipping and kissing at your neck but you just won't keep fucking him, instead teasing him relentlessly as he whimpers.

And you've got this stupid grin on your face as you murmur about how "big, scary Ghostie, begging and crying just for me, yeah?" He nods, mumbled begs falling from his damp lips, brown eyes gazing desperately into yours as his head falls back against the pillow again, pulling your face down to kiss him.

Whispered praise and pleas escape him, whines of "you're doin' so good, so so good, please move, please," in between him trying to shove his tongue down your throat as if he's attempting to inhale you.

"My gorgeous boy, looking so pretty right here," you murmur, finally starting to rock your hips back and forth again, making him groan loudly, back arching as he clings onto you.

"Faster, faster, sir, please." You kiss him again, biting at his lower lip to make him whine when you speed up. "Gonna cum again, please, please-" he's cut off by his own moans as his load spurts out over his abdomen, new tears of overstimulation falling as you quicken your pace.

"Didn't even touch you," you chuckle, kissing his cheek softly. "You want to stop, or are you gonna let me cum too, princess?" Simon grabs at your face, shaking hands desperately trying to pull your lips to his.

"Gonna- gonna let you- you cum," he stutters, groaning loudly when you do, then finally pulling out, kissing him again and rolling over so he can lie on top of you, face nestled into the crook of your neck. You both catch your breath for a few moments before you sit up a little, his head resting on your stomach as you look down over his sweaty body, thighs covered in the milky fluids as he mumbles nonsense, eyes closed and body relaxed, your sweet boy drifting off to sleep before you even get the chance to wipe him down or bathe him.

[slutformaskedmen420]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x dem reader || Simon makes love to you during your honeymoon

WARNING: Smut ahead. I haven’t written anything like this before so don’t be too harsh please. (I have a tendency to write really long sentences. I’m trying to change that but yeah)

I can’t stop thinking about Simon watching you come undone on his cock, barely being able to rip his eyes off of your wedding ring on your hand, just so he can look at your beautiful sweaty face- AHH!!

You’re lying back to the bed, your legs wrapped tightly around your husband’s waist. His tip reaching so deep in your gut, kissing your cervix. His hand grips both of yours firmly above your head. The only reason your hands aren’t exploring his chest or tugging at his messy hair.

Your moans and whimpers are like honey to Simon, he can’t stop increasing and then swiftly decreasing his pace. Driving both of you so close to the edge and then keeping you there. Making sure not to tip either of you over the edge. “Si.. fuck you let me touch you.” You plead, fighting the grip of his hand. A useless battle, his years in the army, have given him the power to easily owed power you. A skill he is accustomed to but doesn’t abuse. At least not on you. His free hand grips your chin, tilting it up slightly, to let your eyes meet his. You can see just how much lust swirls within them. “Y’wanna touch your husband, Mrs. Riley?” His deep voice rings in your ears. Fuck, how his voice alone sends a fuzzy feeling through you is unmatched.

You nod your head vigorously. “Yes- yes please Simon let me touch you. Let me touch my husband please..” You whine, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes from the intense pleasure. A growl comes from Simon and he lets go of your hands, steading himself with it by keeping it at the side of your head. His pace increases once more and your hands wrap around his neck pulling him impossibly close. His face nuzzles in your neck, his lips attacking you. He leaves hickeys, his way of marking you further. The sweet whines that slip from your lips are just an added bonus. Your hand tugs at some strands of his hair, bunched up in your hand, while your other hand leaves scratches along his back. The rocking of his hips, makes loud and lewd sounds full the air. Skin slapping, your slick mixing with his every time his his snap forward, your whimpers, his groans. It’s all too much. The knot that’s been building inside of your core, is getting tighter, causing a loud moan to fall from your lips. “I’m- I’m so close” You gasp, nails digging into Simons skin further. “My beautiful wife.. y’gonna cum on my cock?”

You nod your head once again. “Fuuck-” your voice trails off, your breathing growing quicker. Simons sees how close you are. His hand finds your clit, rubbing it in circles, his touch delicate and gentle. A change from the rough but pleasurable pace of his hips. “Come on princess.. just like that - bloody hell-” Simon groans, your walls tightening around his thick shaft. All he can think about is how you’re his. How the day he’ll stop being your husband, will be the day he takes his last breath. How you are his and he is yours and it’s official now.

Finally the knot snaps. Your legs shake and your body is filled with a tingly sensation fro head to toe. You ‘gently’ bite the top of Simons shoulder. Stoping the string of curse words, moans and cries, that were threatening to spill. Simons thrust slow but become harder. More precise. His own high creeping up. He throws his head back, grunts spilling from his lips, as he paints your walls. Filling you to the brim. The overstimulation, causing your muscles to spams. Your husband, flips you over. His dick still inside of you, plugging his cum inside of you. The friction makes you whimper, as you find yourself lying on top of his chest. He tugs the cover over both of you, planting living kisses all over your face and cheeks. “So perfect.. and all mine”

I’m super high so if this is horrible I’m sorry 👍👍 also interactions are appreciated!!

[coventh]

” THE BRAT TAMER . ”

DC:: its been awhile i know.. BUT im extremely motivated so i thought ‘why not write about johnny?’ so here i am. got straight to the point because, well, yeah.

PAIRINGS:: John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Top Amab reader

𖤐 CWS:: Bratty soap, Breeding, Brat taming, dumbification. (not proofread)

FEM ALIGNED DNI (SHE/HER , SHE/THEY .)

Soap’s legs ached, the only thing holding him up is your grip on his hips as you ram your cock in and out of his hole. His arms gave up long ago, his hands just simply gripping the sheets under him, face buried into a pillow as muffled moans fell from his mouth.

And how did he get himself in this situation?

By teasing, by being a brat to purposely piss you off knowing how you would punish him later, desperately in need of your touch, your lips, your mouth and most of all, your cock. So when you practically dragged him towards your shared room and pushed him onto the bed he couldn't help but smirk a little, knowing he got what he wanted.

His mind couldn’t process a single thought, his brain being completely fuzzy, drool staining the pillow. With each powerful thrust his body was pushed further into the bedding, his hard cock swinging between his tremblings legs.

every time he was close he would get louder, needier. His hand reached down to stroke his cock, pre-cum dribbling out his tip. You were nearing the edge too, your thrust getting rougher by the second, chasing your release.

One thrust in particular made Soap’s back arch, a few spurts of cum shooting out his cock. However, your ruthless pace never paused and with a few more thrust into his ass and you emptied your last load inside of him for the night.

All that could be heard was soft moans and heavy breathing in your shared room, riding out both of your orgasms.

After you both calmed down you tried pulling out, only to stop when soap pushed his hips back against yours. Looking back at you, wanting more of you.

he continued the movements until your mind finally processed, moving your hips in sync with his. Low moans from Soap filled the room once again, slowly getting louder.

As usual he always wanted more.

᪤; works belong to seveett, do not translate, copy or repost anywhere.

[cuntydollette]

im about to join the damn military to see men like this 🫡🦅

I like the lighting here, I decided to show you

[7s3ven]

MAFIA AU! TASK FORCE 141 x MOB BOSS GF! READER

( head cannons / might turn into a series )

( master list )

more

Feel free to to request more scenarios with this au LOL

Notes: poly, reader is described as on the shorter side, age gap, daddy issues (reader has a bad father), inappropriate jokes/themes mentioned

YSL, red bottom shoes, sugary cocktails, leopard print, faux fur, y2k, mcbling, lana del rey, cigarettes, mob boss wife…

- When people join the mafia, they expect tough muscled men, maybe a few scarred women carelessly waving around guns. What they don’t expect is you

- You’re an interesting sight, perched on Price’s lap like a little trophy, freshly manicured nails tapping away at your phone screen as you play a game

- You don’t care about whatever meeting you’re in, you aren’t even listening to Price’s rather gory plans. You’re too busy deciding what to have for lunch

- Nobody can look away from your pretty pout as you discover your favourite drink is temporarily out of stock

- Price was the one who found you first. Your father was indebted to the mafia and what better way to force him to pay than taking his precious daughter? Price found it strange how you were so willing to leave your father but it made sense when you told him the truth

- Your father wasn’t a good man. He had blood on his hands and he never cared much about you or your mother. You were thankful to find a way out, even if it meant going with a strange (but equally handsome) man

- You belonged to Price first but his property was Simon, Kyle, and Jonny’s as well

- “Jonny, is this skirt too short?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

Jonny glanced up from his phone, shrugging. “Nah. It’s all good, bonnie. I can fight. ‘Sides, shorter skirts makes it easier to bend ya over.”

- Simon loves sharing his cigarettes with you, especially when you kiss him and transfer the smoke into his mouth. The best part is seeing your lipstick stain the end of his cigarette

- Price buys you lots of clothes and accessories. You’re never not draped in the most expensive jewellery he can find. Gaz is the one buying you heels. For some reason, he has a knack for choosing the best shoes

- Seeing you waltz around in your short skirts, lace tops, and clicking high heels is enough of a reward for the four men

- The rookies love the sight of you but you’re forbidden fruit. You belonged to their bosses who did not like to share

- When there’s talk of a rat among the mafia, your four lovers do not take it kindly. They need someone to infiltrate whatever plot is brewing up. Luckily, they have you. Nobody in their right mind would pass a chance on being able to get a taste of your strawberry-flavored lipgloss

- “Oh my gosh, it’s giving office siren.” You say, excitedly tugging on the tight, short-sleeved blouse that Ghost is shaking his head at.

“It’s too short.” He mutters, “Ain’t there a ‘nother size?”

“It was the only one. Sorry, baby.” You sheepishly smiled at your lover’s displeasure. “Anyway, how do I look?”

Clad in that damn white blouse, a short pencil skirt, and thinly rimmed glasses, you were a vision.

“You look like you’re ’bout to get some action when ya get back.” Kyle says, nodding over at Soap who’s staring at you shamelessly.

“How ‘bout this, lovie?” Price steps forward, “If you do a good job, we’ll give you a little reward. Sound good, yeah?”

( please note that for the cod tag list, you will be tagged in all the cod fics i post, not just this one lol )

COD TAG LIST (COMMENT TO BE ADDED/REMOVED): @galactict3a

[lay-z]

COD VACATION AU | PRT. 1 — SURPRISE

— poly!141 × fem!Reader

— 18+ | established romantic relationship; eventual smut; fluff; humor; cussing; all the good stuff:)

You've already booked and taken care of everything by the time your four boyfriends return from their deployment—much thanks to Kate Laswell for giving you a 48 hour head start with her call (the one that nearly gave you a bloody heart attack).

Once they walk over the threshold of the house you five share, you go through the usual routine with them—lots of welcome home cuddles and kisses, a hearty meal and a stiff drink, long showers and, depending who is up for it, sex.

Kate didn't exaggerate when she said they need a break; their eyes are sunken with dark circles, their bodies battered with bruises and sore muscles, their poor hands calloused and swollen from handling gear and weapons for weeks, their tummies too flat and lean for your liking after losing a bunch of weight again.

Johnny's bright blue eyes are lacking their sparkle and his mohawk has grown out, Kyle's usually flawless skin and plump lips are dry and chapped, Simon's acne on his face and back has returned full force, and John's beard looks like a rat's bushy nest.

It's quite a sad sight, truly, and it triggers your maternal caretaker instincts like crazy.

"So, uhm–" You're shifting on your feet in front of the large couch they're currently all sprawled on top of each other like a bunch of lazy alley cats.

"I've got some exciting news."

That makes their heads perk up in unison.

"Ye're pregnant!" Johnny exclaims first, eyes wide and regaining some of that sparkle until he earns a light smack against the back of his head from Simon, who's shushing him gruffly.

"Let 'er speak, ya numpty. 'm bloody tired of yer voice."

Johnny pouts. Kyle snorts, hazel eyes half-lidded and glassy with fatigue as he glances over at the two. He's snuggled up to John, his head resting on the older man's broad shoulder.

The Captain, who's been holding his breath since your little announcement, keeps his steel blue eyes trained on you like a hawk while his arm wraps around Kyle's shoulders supportingly.

"Go on, sweetheart. What's it you'd like to share with us?"

You flash a sugary smile, wanting nothing more than to make them feel better now that they're finally back home with you, safe and sound.

"Okay, so," you make a vague gesture at them, "you're all clearly exhausted and in dire need of a nice break–"

A gruff chorus of yes and aye comes from them, making you giggle as you shush them.

"Anyway, so... I booked us all a very nice apartment for ten days in Mallorca. Islas Baleares, baby!"

Crickets. Nothing. Your smile slowly fades by the milliseconds as you gauge their—nonexistent—reactions.

Kyle's chest is rising and falling slowly as he nuzzles John's chest, his lips slightly parted. Simon's head has tipped back against the sofa's backrest, his mask rucked up and exposing his open mouth as he snores, his large hand buried in Johnny's hair, kneading the short brown strands self-soothingly while the latter is snoring just as loudly, his bearded face buried into Simon's neck.

You really can't blame them, but your bottom lip still juts out in a pout.

"Not the best time for big announcements, love." John chuckles all gravelly, still somewhat conscious, though his eyes have fluttered shut as well. "Sounds great, though. I can't... wait." He yawns mid-sentence and your heart flutters as you drink in your sweet bunch of tough, yet very sleepy, soldiers.

"Yeah, I figured." You whisper, though more to yourself, as you walk towards the switch to turn the light off. "I'll try again tomorrow."

John gives a small approving wave, hand barely lifting off his thigh, before he's knocked out cold as well.

As you make your way upstairs towards the master bedroom, your steps feel a little lighter and you can breathe a little easier knowing your men are asleep downstairs—and you know, they'll come crawling under your blanket one by one as the night progresses.

Let's get these men to a tropical island, shall we? ☺️🌴🌤🌊⛱️🍹

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