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cw: age gap (20s-50s), pre-consensual somnophilia

photo credit: xbruised_peachx on x (twitter)

thinking ‘bout mean, old man könig :(

könig doesn't even act as if he cares about your pleasure as he views you as a sex toy, made for his pleasure. he doesn't put any effort into your pleasure, aside from lazily pumping your cunt full with two, calloused hand fingers, your hand gripping his wrist and your eyes rolled backwards. you're too far gone, lovesick and delusional, that you don't care about him being so selfish! he's just tired. he'll let you bounce on his hard dick, because he's got a sore back and is tired.

he'll even allow you to ride him while he's asleep. you're so playful, too energetic. like a puppy, you're restless. and all you wanna do is pull down his boxers and sit on his lengthy, meaty cock. slowly easing down with your hands sprawled out across his hairy chest. he'll wake up eventually from your loud, needy sounds, two hands on your hips as he degrades you and shames you for being impatient, attempting to fall back asleep while you get off.

you're so smart, a young thing like you is supposed to be in college, but instead sucking off old 50 year old könig because he's drunk, angry and horny. :(

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i think that soy sauce fish and honey bear must be the very very best of friends

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john didn’t mean to say it—just that, your pies are really good and you’re beautiful, yes, and you are almost charming in your timidness but john didn’t mean to say it. he’s too old for marriage anyway; his prime years are behind him, and look where that left him—accidentally hitting on the poor employee who he knows must be half his age.

what, with the way you could barely look at him in the eye and the polite laugh you let out when john sort of rambles about something that you clearly don’t understand? you’re far younger than him, that much is clear.

he knows that and, truly, he didn’t mean to say it or that he didn’t even mean it that way but—

this is the first time he’s actually seeing you look at him. in fact, this is the only time that you’re meeting his gaze, and it tickles something within him; how the only time that you’ve managed to get over your meekness is because of his little slip up. of him telling you that he might just wife you up.

and john, he tries not to read into things but how could he not gulp down what you are clearly laying out—the way your eyes are wide in suspended elation, your body frozen between anticipation and confusion. you reek of desire. and of all people, you want him.

it is endearing. so sweet that his apologies stick to his throat, dissolving, and with a barely contained buzz, he asks, “is that what you want, sweet’art?”

the softest of, “yes,” spills from your lips and john’s hunger churns. it builds.

what a happy accident it was.

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Thinking... about Johnny..

How you'd nag him all day about wanting, needing his hands, all on you, longing for his fingers deep inside your warm cunt.

He can't keep pushing you forever, asking for you to be patient, it pains him to wait just as bad, bonnie.

And he gives you what you've been asking for, crawling onto bed after hours of work, letting out a long sigh before quickly wrapping his large arms around you, whispering such dirty words that has your ears turning red, along with countless apologies, holding your thighs apart to tease you through your underwear.

But he has so much more to offer. Fingers curling in your already spent pussy, you cry, grabbing at his thick wrist while mewling something about it being too much, of course he's going to be mean after such bothering from you that had his cock rock hard, mumbling how 'you can take it' and 'you've been moaning for it all day', he's not wrong <3

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Reader who has absolutely zero clue just how attracted ghost is, because he has the weirdest tastes.

Ghost doesnt really care about looks. You could be the most drop dead gorgeous person and he wouldnt even glance your way. No, the thing that really gets Ghost is just how damn good you are with a weapon.

He first noticed you in the range with gaz, watched you shoot a target twice in the head and three times in the heart. Grouping near perfect and insanely fast. He genuinely whined when you switched out your mag.

Then there's the times on ops, when ghost is watching you through the scope of his rifle. You throw a knife into a mans neck and ghost shifts uncomfortably. In a fight you straddle someone back to slit their throat and ghost has to reach down and give himself a squeeze just to relieve some pressure.

Hes having wetdreams about how you assemble a rifle and you have zero clue. So of course you ask ghost if he wants to spar with you, because hes a beast on the field and there's no reason he would go easy on you, right? Surely ghost wouldnt allow himself to get pinned just to feel strong hands pressing him into the mat, right? Anyways he maybe grinds into the mats a bit when you first pin him without him even throwing, very much turned on by the fact you actually can beat him in a fight.

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He woke up alone. Unaffected by the cold that's entering his room from the window right above his bed. He would wash his face, a poor old mirror showing him a sad sad man, maybe it cracked because of seeing him every other day, he thinks.

He would boil some water for a cup of coffee, tea if he's in the mood, lighting a cigarette on an empty stomach. It's nothing, he thinks, it's not important.

Vacation, rest days that are more restless than his usual schedule.

He likes fruits, maybe he should go out, take his mind off things, kill time. Stop by a grocery store for some apples, he likes apples, yes.

Alone with his thoughts, a lonely man, so tall his head might touch the clouds. He isn't so lonely if his thoughts are there to keep him company at least, right? Yes. He's happy, he really is, he's grateful.

Mr not so lonely throws another empty pack into a bin.

Maybe he should stop smoking. I can't bother, he thinks, it doesn't matter.

He woke up. With sheets he usually kept inside the closet over his bare body. He doesn't get cold, then he is not alone. He rises, sitting up to look down at the fawn that's sprawled on his bed, under his sheets. He gets up, closing the window, today is tea day.

He takes out two cups, lighting one up before stumbling to the bathroom, light footsteps, so different from his, reaching his ears. He is not alone. He turns around before there's any time to think about the sad man on the mirror, a crooked smile lining his lips. He puts the cigarette down early.

She likes fruits. Apples covered in cinnamon, König never bothered. But if she likes it, he'll make it a habit, he thinks.

They go out, not so lonely when next to each other, surrounded by various thoughts and ideas, the small woman never failing to surprise the man with her quick thinking. König does things he's never done, or been so long (maybe since he was a little kid) he can't remember. He eats ice cream outside, he helps her bake, his apartment's been smelling like vanilla over smoke for a while now. Tiny hands keep him company, along with the colorful panties on his chair, that new mug inside his cabinet. He's been ditching the packs more often, maybe he's found something even more addictive, he thinks, he can finally get some rest.

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you say you want a clingy man until you can’t even use the restroom without könig’s burly figure trailing behind you, hovering with his arms crossed and blinking blearily while he waits for you to be finished so you can go back to cuddling. there’s no silently sneaking out of bed with him because he feels your lack of presence like a missing limb.

… or until he’s poking the soft pudge of your cheek with his hard, leaky tip while you’re doing work on your computer or on the phone because it’s been 5 minutes and he’s horny and attention starved. look, maus, even his dick misses you. doesn’t stop annoying you until you give him the affection he craves </3

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loser roommate!König watching you for hours after you fall asleep on the couch, soaking in the rise and fall of your chest and devouring exposed legs in your generously trimmed sleep shorts

loser roommate!König always taking chores off your plate, cooking you meals, and offering to pay all of the bills to convince you to see him as the perfect lover

loser roommate!König pressing his ear to your door, hoping to hear your muffled, breathy sighs as you pleasure yourself

loser roommate!König stealing your panties and smothering his face into them to know what it’s like to have his nose buried into a cunt, into your cunt

loser roommate!König jerking off as you get pounded in the next room by this week’s fwb, pretending it was him making your bed squeak and eliciting the sinful moans that has König’s cock throbbing in his hold

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loser!König

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Aftercare w könig thoughts 💭

He would try to be his most behaved self after your exhausting workout together, it's not easy for a man like him to keep his mind collected at the sight of you this beautiful, all messy and tired, big, sad eyes looking up at him with so much meaning in them.

He smiles gently at your trembling while wiping you clean, knowing the feeling of the wet cloth against such, such sensitive part of your body must feel so incredibly lovely for a sweet girl like yourself.

He can't help but steal tiny touches around your hips as he does, rubbing small circles on your heated skin with his big, scarred hands, leaning down to press kisses all over your thighs after he's done...

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simon riley makes it fit, never too big 📏📏

you stretch, body drowning in oceans of tasteful pleasure. n you submit to it, drowning and gasping for air, lungs stuttering through deep breaths.

n simon’s fingers flex, curling round the taut skin of your waist as your elbows give way. he presses down against you, putting his body weight all in the arch of your pretty back. he forces you down, down till your belly button brushes against the silky, soft sheets n your face is mushed against his pillow.

“you can take it, c’mon, honey. fuckin’ take it,” n it rolls off his tongue coolly, mouth salivating at the sight beneath him. n when your sweet, sinful moans hit his eardrums he’s suddenly singing out too.

“can’t, si,” you gasp, knees digging into the sheets as your hips run from him desperately. he’s so big, the tip of his pretty cock reaching into your organs n laying sweet kisses all up on em. “too big, you’re too… b-big.”

n that has simon laughing cockily, hand striking over the pretty fat of your ass before his fingers are curling into the fat of your hips. he drags you back, quite literally, knees slipping across the sheets as he settles you back against his cock. he holds you there n forces you to feel every fuckin inch of him, lets you feel every twitch, every vein, the way he warms you up hot.

“now, don’t run, baby. feels good, ain’t it?” he whispers, curling his body over you, n pressing his hips flush with your ass. his fingers feather cross your neck as he sweeps your hair over your shoulder n lets his lips hang behind your ear. “relax, sweetheart. let me make y’feel good, ‘kay?”

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Og Soap my wife

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König would live forever with you by his side, wherever he goes, whatever he does, he wishes he could do it with you.

Of course he knows it's not possible, for you to be just within an arm reach no matter what.

But he tries.

You always seem so busy! Walking around the house like someone he hired to do all kinds of work, looking oh so adorable while doing so too. He tries to understand, why he should keep his distance, tries to wrap his head around the fact that you, need your space.

He fails, miserably.

His large hands are on your waist, his head resting against your shoulder, nose soon nuzzling in the crook of your neck to take in your sweet scent. He's like an oversized dog, you can't follow him? Don't worry, he can follow you! You're laying on the couch? He's putting his entire weight on you! Making breakfast? He's hugging you from behind. You need to shower? Well...

He has to join you! He can help you, can't you see that he's much bigger than you in all the right places? No need to tire those pretty arms of yours, he'll wash your hair, scrub your back clean, caging you in his unbelievably huge arms. Just don't try to squirm away in return if his growing cock starts to poke you on your ass, he promises to make you feel good, "Let me massage you, ja? Doesn't it feel good?" he huffs at your ear, breathing heavily while humping you, his already leaky dick throbbing between your plush thighs.

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simon loves seeing you in his clothes. mactavish teases him that it’s because he’s possessive, that he’s overwhelming in the way he stakes his claim, and simon mulls over the thought, not knowing how to place his words with his own feelings. he tries to unearth the reason why he truly loves the way that when he comes home, you’re wearing his old tees or his too-loose and worn out jumpers, but the answer always slips from the forefront of his mind. it’s price who helps him out, tipsy in the way he murmurs to simon, “what a beautiful thought; how your lover’s so at ease with you that they look for you in things you have left behind while you’re away.”

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chubby könig... to lick his fat balls and bury my face in his sweaty, musky armpit after he's back from a demanding, rough mission. :( feels s’wrong because he's your colonel, and you're just a filthy, little recruit, your own purpose being to serve your superiors...

he'll hold you there, watching you drag your tongue up and down his sweaty armpits, cleaning him while grinding against his leaking, fat and meaty cock, grinding his hips skywards against your ass, the slickness of your cunny arousing to him.

chubby könig who loves eating you out for dessert, watching your clit swell with euphoria, folds pressed against his shaft. :(

chubby könig who has a size kink, would love to eat you out when you're unprepared and hairy :3 to bury his face in your pubes, eyelids heavy with lust and delirium as he gazes up at you.

just rub your clit while riding his fat, thick thighs, drooling over yourself pathetically.

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part 3. of the toxic!simon adventure (contains smut)

alex begins making many more appearances in your life and simon can’t fuckin’ stand it. tells himself that there’s just something off about that guy, doesn’t seem like he could protect you if it came to it. this statement made price let out a scoff in response

“he’s one of the best soldiers i’ve ever worked with, simon. besides, they’re just bein’ friendly with each other.”

“too friendly…” simon mumbles under his breath, narrowing his eyes as he watches you laugh at one of alex’s silly puns

simon spends a lot of time at the Price household. he says it’s because your old man lives closer to base but the truth is he can’t stand being alone in his flat in manchester, haunted and plagued by the chaos he’s seen on the field

he didn’t appreciate how often he was bumping into alex keller when he came to visit. price claiming that alex has to some work to conduct in the UK and offered him a place to stay. nothing to overthink, he says.

except for the fact that you’re both attached at the hip. watching tv together, joining alex on his morning runs, driving you around to help you run your errands. simon watches with a twitch in his eye, a mean feeling bubbling up in his chest as he watches his favourite toy get snatched up by the new kid in the playground

simon is constantly finding opportunities to get in your way, or more specifically, get in Alex’s way. He’ll watch from the kitchen as Alex’s hand twitches to reach out for yours when you’re both watching some show you were both talking about at dinner…

so simon decides he wants to watch that show too, planting himself right beside you, if he was any closer he would be sitting in your lap.

he caught a peek of the two of you stood in the back garden, alex pointing up at the night stars and leaning over to whisper something in your ear, making you giggle

so simon decided he needed to have a cigarette right that second, stalking out into the garden and slamming the door to announce his presence

“not interrupting anythin’, am I?”

you both sheepishly smile and shake your heads, seperating from each other

later on that night when the house is quiet and everyone has headed off to bed, simon finds himself unable to sleep. he thinks about going for a smoke or having another glass of bourbon but instead finds himself with his hand down his sweats, sloppily pumping his cock

in his other meaty hand, he holds his phone. a picture of you clad in some stringy lingerie that you sent to him one late night a few months ago. these pictures were always the product of you having a bad day and then being ignored by simon

crying in your room because he’s an emotionally unavailable prick, telling yourself that you’re over it and you’re gonna ignore him too. and then less than an hour later, your posing for your camera in a desperate attempt to get him to come to your room

well, at least, that’s what you used to do. simon never responded to these pictures. not even a thumbs up. perhaps you got tired of being ignored by him, simon thinks. or maybe you want him to send you a picture this time. or maybe, just fucking maybe, you’re sending these pretty pictures to someone else…

the thought makes simon yank his hand from his trackies with a curse falling from his lips. his cock aching and leaking against the material of his boxers, desperate for release. he snatches his mask from the bedside table and trudges down the hallway, only to stop at the sound of breathy moans coming through the crack of your door

it’s nearly 2AM. why is the light on in your room? why are you awake? simon’s brain runs a mile a minute with thoughts of you. when did he start thinking about you?

he places a hand on your door and slowly pushes it open enough so you can’t see his bulky frame in the dark hallway

and there you are. laying on your back with your forearm over your eyes, loud moans escaping your throat as desperate sobs. for a second, simon’s brain doesn’t even notice there’s another person in your room, too focused on watching your blissed out expression to notice that Alex was on top of you, pushing on your thighs to tuck your knees behind your ears

the slick sounds of your pussy being fucked would probably have been enough to keep simon’s cock hard, but not when he’s watching you fall apart in another man’s arms

he’s got you folded into a mating press, repeatedly slapping his hips into yours. he nearly vomits from rage when he hears you cry out his name

“Alex! fuck, I can’t… ‘s too much…” you whine out, bracing your hands on his shoulders when Alex reaches up to grip the headboard of your bed

“yeah, ya can, sugar. so good for me. such a good fucking girl. all pretty for me, ain’t that right, baby?” he whispers in your ear, but simon heard it. and it makes him fucking rage that this is what has become of him. standing in the pitch black corridor, watching you get fucked by another man like a pervert

but simon isn’t getting off on this. no, how can he enjoy staring at your panties dangling from your ankle knowing he wasn’t the one tugging them off your wet pussy? how can enjoy the sound of your moans when you silence them by pulling on Alex’s dogtags for a kiss?

you look so pretty when you come, simon thinks to himself as you squeal and kick your feet against Alex’s back. so pretty when it’s too much for you…

not that simon would know. he always turned your face away from his when you fucked, putting you on your knees and shoving your face into the mattress.

simon decides it’s too much for him to handle when he hears you begging for Alex to come inside of you. stalks back to his lonely room and unlocks his phone, shoving his hand back into his boxers and loading up a picture of you…