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I LOVE HIM TOOO

making virgin!konig cum

it was pathetic how horny this mf was, only surviving off his right hand and the same video you sent him of you rubbing your pussy. he was so down bad for you, you basically owned him. he gave you money for every video, ever photo. well used to. he was your boyfriend now, so he got all those for simply existing now.

but you wanted to your torture him slowly, make him wait to feel you. instead, you’d tease him repeatedly, anywhere and anytime you felt. this time, you’d tease him felt like undressing him in his living room, while his parents slept upstairs. they had no idea his 23 year old son was finally dating a woman, and wouldn’t be too happy if this was the first time meeting you.

but he was so horny, so turned on by the thought of you making him cum, forcing him to be quiet. you had essentially hypnotized him into sneaking you in, driven by the pure feeling of horniness.

“gonna cum already?” you chuckled, watching his hands shake, eyes begin to roll back. you barely were moving your hands, not expecting even the slightest touch to make him cum so much. “p-please don’t stop..” he groaned, watching as your hands moved against his cock.

you couldn’t even respond before he started cumming right into your soft hands. his toes curled as his head fell back, unable to hold back his pathetic whimpers. “c-cant stop cumming” he cried out, his vision going in and out. “oh i know look at all of this mess..” you cooed, massaging his cock through his orgasm.

safe to say konig is an absolute mess in your hands, and ever since that day he’s been begging to do it again. in a more risky place, of course.

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UGGHHH SHJAJANRKFK

“Oh Simon…” And you forgot everything, lost into oblivion of some sweet dreamy kind as he pushed and slammed even more further with his big rigid cock.

Your eyes rolled back in your skull, while the room echoed with Simon's groan and the creak of your couch, the shameless sound of skin slapping against skin in electrifying sizzles. A sharp pain stinged where Simon's big palm connected, aching in tingles as he fucked harder, all the while pain stirred in toe-curling pleasure.

“Ya’ not here with me, stay here.” He demanded, leaning further over to yank back at your hair, his arm snaking around his neck and surrendering you in a headlock.

“Shake ya’ head, yeah ?” He hit your g-spot and another scream tore down your throat but only managed to vibrate against your skin, Simon's chokehold was damming your senses.

He released his grip and you hastily gulped bulk of air before he tightened his muscles around your neck, his veins popping along and how much you wanted to kiss them.

“If ya’ can't speak your safeword then shake ya’ head lovie.” He grunted but didn't stop for one bit and you were grateful even if your knees gave out and only Simon fucking through your overstimulation. You were drooling on his elbow that was wrapped around you like snake coil.

“Good girl.” Simon hummed.

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I LOVE HIM

based on the ask i got in my inbox in september.

simon riley handles you carefully during the first sex after you gave birth to your child, the whole situation is overwhelming to you, the little bub that sleeps in her crib in the nearby room, his heavy cock splitting your drippy, tight pussy open as if new again, fondling at your sensitive, heavy breasts while you thrash and hiccup fragile mewls.

shimmering tears brimming at your lash line, clumping your fluttering eyelashes as you blink rapidly, pushing away the urge to roll your eyes back, the thick head of his cock slipping in, hugged snugly by your already fluttering walls, pulsing, scorching with their welcoming warmth and the gummy, gooey texture, clinging to every webbed vein around his shaft.

he's delicate, in the way he rubs a soothing palm against your chest, feeling the beat of your frantic heart, your supple skin warm to the touch, beading with sweat, as his chapped, thin lips plant soft, feathery kisses all over your face, catching the little crystals of your tears, as you keen just beneath his ear, tightening around his meaty cock that sheathes inside of you.

pooling strings of tacky slick, squelchingly wet as simon thrusts more slower and gentle than usually, rocking his hips forward, catching on every furrow of your brows, the swollen furl of your lips opening in a gasped moan, tiny and breathy from where your lungs burn, meeting every wet glide of his cock inside your spasming hole with a little gasps, each sunction sound of your pussy obscenely wet.

simon takes a good care of you when your mind goes muddled, fuzzy at the simmering heat you feel in your tummy, painted with stretch marks that he touches with a sweep of his fingers, cloaking you with his weight as he presses your lips together, kissing you with only a pure affection, each roll of his hips tantalizing, careful, as the calloused pad of his fingertip meets your twitching clit.

making your slick heat tighten around his throbbing cock, pulsing rapidly when you bow up from the mattress, tangled in the soft sheets, pinned against them with nowhere to go, as you hiccup and cry your sweet moans into his spit coated lips, eyes closing harshly when you come undone, soaking your thighs, the only sound in your ears is simon's purred praises.

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Thank u for feeding us with more Sebastian solace smut heuhehehhe

You're welcome

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Yippie

Giggling about the idea of the 141 with an immortal reader. They'll never get used to seeing your body fall on the ground, dead eyes focusing on nothing for a few seconds until you get up, ranting about how you don't like getting shot in the head because it feels like getting brainfucked.

Just an absolute idiot ready to risk it all for them because at the end of the day, no matter how many bullets you take, you'll always come back.

It's the reassurance of seeing you get up from the ground after leaving cover to distract the enemy so your teammates aren't pinned down anymore and can escape, dragging you by the vest because no matter how much you can take, no one is left behind.

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MORE SEBASTIAN SHOELACE SMUT PLEASE BRO ‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 On my knees fr

Yes anon 🫡

Sebastian Solace x FEM!Reader

Title: 'Discounts...'

Genre: Smut

Fanart Links!(???): https://pin.it/W1p1Hy1FY https://pin.it/5CNbND1vn

NOTE: IDK IF THEY'RE THE ACTUAL FANART LINKS, I MIGHT HAVE DELETED THEM?? Also sorry it's bad‐ I have a full schedual lately and I'm WAYYY more tired–

You groan as you enter door 52. You barely have any money from your, now dead, teammates taking it all. You have at least. $200. That's obviously not enough for other supplys other than a medkit. Medkits are amazing to have, sure! But it doesn't help that you have one. And you want to buy a flashlight that you never got to loot up from your dead teammates. Sometimes there'd be no body at all. You snap out of your thoughts, jumping from the sound of a vent cover flying across the room from the force of it being opened.

"Pst, stranger. Over here." The voice coakes you. You crawl to the all to familiar vent to see an all to familiar room and...Fish creature. He smiled and clapped his two claws together as the other one directed to the items on his tail, "Welcome back, friend. I see you didn't wanna keep your coffin shut?" He smirked. "It's not that, it's that I wanna prove Urbanshade wrong for sending us 'expendables' out here and expecting us to never return." You grumble. "Ah, I see. You're very dedicated! Now, before we get off topic, you know the drill. I give you items I find laying around the facility for you to buy from me in exchange for all of the files, USBs, blah blah blah." He waved his hand near the end. He then looked at you. He blinked confused on why you weren't moving away from the vent yet, "Are you...Going to buy something?" He mumbled, once again, gestering to the items. "I only have $200. Sorry, I can only get a few batteries and hope I make it to floor 100." You sigh.

"Oh well..." he grumbles, looking away. Then he picks up a file with two of his larger hands, using his third to point at the table where the keycard sat. "The keycard's just over, expendable...Good luck on your mission." He mumbled, reading. "Can...I ask you something, Sebastian?" He looked up, quipped by what you had to say, "Do you do discounts?" You mumbled. He looked...Dumb founded. "No?" He growled, and his eyes trailed down your body, mostly reconsidering it. "...Maybe–" he started, putting the file down and looking at you, getting closer until he was hovering over you. "–Is there an exchange of some sort?" He mumbled.

You went red. It worked...Some how. You didn't know what to say, if you tried to open your mouth, all that would come out was a squeak. So you just nodded. "What is it then, sugar?" He smirked. "M-me...?" You say.

♡︎ 𐙚₊˚⊹

You found yourself bent over the desk in his office, getting railed into from behind, both dicks in each of your holes. You moaned loudly, it's not like anyone else was there to hear how loud you two were. He was very vocal (I FORGOT THAT IN MY HC THING). "Awh fuck..." he continued being rough with you, his third arm slapping your ass, his right arm holding your weighst and the left one was holding his fingers in your mouth. You were soaked. The way he treated you was amazing...For being a sea monster abombination. You two continued, trying new positions and new angles, even filling up hith of your holes, until, you two were done. You two cleaned up and panted. "W-what do you want...It's free..." he mumbled, a straigned voice. You took a flashlight and code breacher and you left. Not before waving to Sebastian of course.

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I might use your base as refrence so I can draw Sebastian better, thank youu🥰🥰

SEE!! I PROMISE I AM WORKING ON A SEBASTIAN REF!!

Messy ass wip but proof I ain't just bluffing!

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UGHHHH KÖNIG YOU SICK BASTARD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

cw: really strange romance, smelling underwear.

sending your pretty nudes to könig, a man you know only by his name, you didn't see his face, didn't see him standing in front of you in the daylight, you only know that he's a colonel registered in a military program that let's people from the area nearby send some reassuring words to the lone soldiers.

perhaps, your silly head gets a wrong call from this, and your choice of words end where you take a small polaroids of your body posed in provocative way, hand squeezing your breasts through the shirt, stuffed in your flimsy panties, toying with your nipples, your clit, until there's no clothes remained, only clean sheets on the background and your naked, smooth skin under flashed light.

könig is too perverted to tell someone about this type of letters he get's, he's been in the army for long enough to cherish every glimpse of a woman he gets, and when she herself sends himself such a material, he can't offer anything but a gratitude and his boxers sticky and sodden by milky ropes of cum that spill from his jerking cock.

there's nothing but your body, you don't offer your face for him to jerk off, but he's sure you're a right doll, offering your curves to him so easily, always with a small, sweet text that wishes him a good week and much luck on upcoming mission, if only you knew that it's you who make it all better for him.

make könig try his best at each mission so he could tell you about it, knowing he'd get a treat in his next letter from you, not only a photos and praising words, but your panties folded in as well, a sexy pair that is soiled at the gusset, your cum dried there and still prominent with your alluring, cloying scent, making him get rid of his hood with shaky, fumbling fingers, just so he could take a whiff of you, whining.

you get him addicted unknowingly, depending on your attention and sight of your naked body even in his dreams, so it's only a sure thing when he somehow finds out your address, and on the day of mail distribution, it's könig who holds the letter you waited for in his grimey, gloved hand, while you outstretch the letter on your own behalf, but now he's here to see you up close himself.

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:( WHYYY

Simon Riley wasn't new to the feeling of getting hurt. He had witnessed so much already, had been hurt way worse before, and still this little bruise on his cheek hurt so much more than everything he's ever experienced.

Because the one to give him that bruise was you. His sweet little angel hit him in the face. Worse than that, you did not recognize him. You did not recognize the man you loved. Too caught up in the nightmares that haunted you only seconds prior, vision too foggy to see him and not the monsters that hurt you.

But Simon Riley was not a monster, not to you at least. He would never dream about hurting you. Never. Not even in his worst nightmares.

For a moment he thought that this was a nightmare too. His mind making him dream of you hating him. Seeing him as the monster he became on the battlefield. Fearing him.

It took a moment for him to realize that this was in fact real. That he was kneeling before you on the bed, his cheek bruising. And like it was instinct he suddenly knew what to do.

He approached you slowly, form hunched as to not appear like a predator, until he was close enough to wrap you in his arms and bring your shaking form into his lap. Holding you close, ear right above his heart.

You fought back. Scratching at his exposed chest, kicking your legs and even biting him. But he would not let go. No matter how much it hurt him.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Promised you that it was him. That he would never hurt you, that he would always protect you. That he was there for you.

After awhile of soft praises and promises, your fighting stilled, your body slowly getting limp. Breathing ragged and hot tears streaming down your face, you started to cling onto him while whimpering his name over and over again. Apologizing for hurting him. For not recognizing him.

Simon Riley let you talk until you were too exhausted to keep your eyes open. That's when he began lulling you to sleep. Shushing you by humming a song that his mother once sung to him when he was just a little boy.

And only when you were back asleep in his arms, nightmare less, did Simon Riley let his own tears escape. Because seeing you like this broke him more than you could ever know. Because seeing you like this reminded him of himself.

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Pft

“I also grabbed that oatmeal you liked.”

“Mhmm.”

“You know, the one we tried a few weeks ago, and you were certain you wouldn’t like.”

“Mhmm.”

“Luckily by the time I made it out of the gym they wer-”

“Mhmm.”

You finally glance up from where you’ve been unloading the groceries onto the kitchen counter, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you look to your boyfriend.

Sure enough, Simon’s not listening to a word you’re saying. Eyes locked on the steady jiggle of your tits in your tight new sports bra, as you continuously bend down and bounce back up with item after item.

He doesn’t mean to ogle you so obviously. Well maybe that’s not so true. Really he doesn’t mean to be ignoring you as he ogles you so obviously. But today it appears his lower half is in control of his attention span.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you wonder how long it’ll take him to snap out of his trance.

“So yeah, thought we might start having oatmeal more often now.”

“Mhmm.”

“Maybe three meals a day.”

“Whatever you say, love.” He answers, eyes still fixated on your chest, clueless as to the smirk beginning to spread across your face.

“Might even change my license plate to ‘oat-mobile’, watcha think ‘bout that?”

“Sure thing.”

You’re shaking your head to yourself in disbelief, a smile still splayed on your lips. At this point you’re turning around to put things into their rightful cupboards. But you think there isn’t anything behind you he won’t stare at either? While you’re wearing those workout shorts??

“Looks like they updated the class schedules at the gym too.” You continue, glancing back over your shoulder and seeing that, sure enough, Simon’s gaze has shifted to your ass.

“Mhmm.”

“Think they’ve got some new trainers or somethin’.”

“Mhmm.”

“Heard one of em’s quite hot. The men’s personal trainer. Maybe I’ll ask if he stretches the women out too.”

“Okay lov- wait what?!”

Got him.

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Thank you for making this for me

Thoughts on Sal breeding?

Hello anon!

I deeply apologize for not answering this ask, like.. at all. I can reassure I wasn't ignoring, I don't often check my inbox but.. I'll be doing that from now on. I'll try my best with this too, again.. I'm not great at writing 😅

. . .

CW: NSFW (18+): Breeding // Sally Face (18+)

[ Sal Fisher in this is 22, the age he was in the trial, so obviously an adult. I always use adult characters when writing nsfw ]

. . .

- I believe our blue haired man would be into breeding.

- Sal loves the thought of a mini version of you and him running around the house you both live in with Neil, Todd and Larry. It puts a smile on Sal's face, despite his face being covered with his mask.

- Yes, you and Sal share a bedroom together.

- Sal loves the thought of abusing your tiny cunt with his fat cock for hours just to drain everything he's got in your unprotected womb, filling you up nice and full with his cum.

- Sal is usually a very gentle and soft lover when it comes to making love with you but.. the guy does like to be rough from time to time. Ever since the man discovered his breeding kink.. he gets into it.

- Sal will definitely beg for you to let him get you pregnant, he'll beg for it while he's balls deep inside your pussy: "p-please.. PLEASE baby.. l-let me cum inside! ngh! let me be a daddy - ahh!"

- Of course you just have to let him cum inside, you can't just not let him! He's literally begging for you to let him cum inside your pussy, yes, you're very into being bred as well.

- Whenever you and Sal have sex, I like to think that Sal would fuck you in any position whether that be: doggy style or cowgirl. Sal would always finish off your lovemaking with missionary.. for obvious reasons.

- Just throwing this in there: Sal loves pulling your hair, slapping your ass/cunt whenever he pulls out for a second and shoving his long fingers in that pretty little mouth of yours just to make you suck on his fingers as he thrusts hard and fast inside you. Sal also likes whenever you yank on his hair while he's pounding your tight cunt.

- I also like to think after the two of you are finished, Sal would quite literally push your knees up to your chest so his cum won't leak out from your abused and battered cunt.

. . .

So.. overall my thoughts on Sal breeding is a yes, he'd definitely have a breeding kink. I hope you enjoy this long awaited answer - I apologize once again!

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UGHHHHHHHHH SMASH

cover them up slut

(still figuring out how to draw him )

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Pft

↑ saw this on my fyp, i knew i had to do it

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I LOVE HIMMM

Hey I hope i'm not late for the party

Here's my version of the fish man

Closeups

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AAAAA

metal fans :D

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😭😭🙏🙏

when I saw this I had to turn it into Stan. Randy pulling into the driveway means trouble haha

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OK...THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

Everyone deserves the comfort of another