Callsign: Mustang

18+ 23/She-her Two Spirit 🐻Ramblings of a very anxious Mustang🐻

[vasarosisaw]

You don’t have to show me anything, or be anyone else. If this is how you survive, at least let me fix that little wooden tail.

-BONUS-

Initial idea for the third and fourth panel :3

Hanging out

[hatsbuckets]

I do not know where my brain was at, but it did not occur to me that he was helping with its tail.

I thought Konig gave mimikyu a gun.

[rawme-price]

When people talk to price, they make some...assumptions about the kind of spouse he'd want.

Sweet, docile, submissive. Price ha heard all manner of jokes about the "obedient thing" he surely has at home. They see a man like price and know he'd want just as much control in the home as he does in his job.

That assumption could not be farther from the truth.

"John! TV off and at the table in ten, the sauce is almost done!" Your voice rings out over the footie match, and kyle half-glances at his captains reaction to...that. you had seemed confident enough when you told to the team to leave their boots at the door, but surely price wouldn't tolerate being spoken to like a child.

"Yes, love!" Price is calling back instead, nothing short of pleased at your words.

It's like that all of dinner, too. You seem to be in full control of the home, telling price "i moved your dentist appointment to the third so we can go out for dinner afterwards instead of rushing to that meeting. Oh and I called about the–"

The entire time price is sporting a half-chub under the table, warm and delighted by how well you take care of him. He spends hours on base and on the field being in charge of not only his life but the life of his men. Sometimes he just wants to let go.

"Bye boys, stay safe!" You call out the the team as they leave, arms piled with tupperware you intentionally made after hearing from price what they have in their apartment. Price is already waiting obedient by the door after cleaning up, and you kiss him on the lips before ordering "bed, john. I've been missing my husband and got some new toys just for you."

The shiver that runs up his spine is praise and submission all in one. No matter what people say or think about him, one thing will always be true for john.

He likes you confident and in control.

[softaestluv]

Can’t stop thinking about Simon Riley who doesn’t know what the hell to do with himself when you leave for a week for your friends' bachelorette trip.

He’s used to being away from you. It’s his job. So, he tells you not to worry when you kiss him goodbye on your tippy toes, four days is nothing compared to the months he’s been away.

He grossly underestimated how different it’d be when you were the one gone.

The first day he’s fine, does mundane tasks around the house to distract himself. Mows the lawn, fixes that part of the fence you’ve been asking him too for weeks.

The second, he goes to the pub with Johnny, drinks one too many beers to fill a sudden void, and stumbles home to a terribly empty and cold bed.

The third day feels heavy, like there’s a mass weighing on his chest and making it hard to focus on anything other than you. The phone call he makes isn’t any better.

“Miss you.”

He says it first, quiet and uncertain. The giggle that follows makes his heart tighten.

“Miss you too, Si.”

You whisper it, so soft, and so fucking sweet he wonders how he ever left you to begin with. Hearing your voice should settle him, but it only makes his chest heavier. You should be there with him, sat in his lap, and pressing those words into his skin.

Day four he’s staring at pictures of you in his wallet and brushing his thumb over your face like he’s on deployment. Like it’s been months since he’s seen you and not four bloody days.

He doesn’t sleep that night when all he tastes is guilt. When this is how you must feel when he’s gone. A bed too big for one person, one pair of shoes at the door when there should be two, indents in the couch that aren’t filled.

It’s the first time he genuinely considers leaving the SAS.

[beebymoonlight]

[amaranthinespirit]

saw a post about divorcee!simon riley and wanted to do my own take on it, only to realize there's no way a man like simon would ever let you go.

simon would rather hack his own hand off at the wrist with a machete than sign any divorce paper you slide across the dining table. the same dining table that hosted date nights, supported you when he bent you over them and fucked you mercilessly, sat down and held deep discussions about your future—your wants and needs above his—where your kids had breakfast each morning.

the road to this point hadn't been easy. you and simon had plenty of ups and downs. from him leaving for weeks and months on end for missions, leaving you to worry if you'd ever have anything coming back home for you. each mission, you sent him off with a kiss and accepting it could be your last.

for that, you almost split until simon sat you down at that very dining table, resignation letter already drafted and waiting for your approval before handing it off to price. because he always wanted your blessing before doing what's best for the both of you.

you were in a mud pit now, one you weren't sure you could claw your way back out of. you don't know where you two went wrong, just that you had and now your search history is full of the best divorce lawyers and reverting your name back to its maiden title.

he should've realized how unhappy you had been lately, too worried about taking care of the house and kids to give you time to yourself when all along, you just wanted time with him.

god, when was the last time he ever touched you? not just a quick, passing peck on the lips that felt obligatory as you two turned your backs on each other before bed. real, passionate intimacy with your person. even a smack on the ass to your fleeting frame would've ignited the fire of your marriage again.

but from his end of the line, there was radio silence. now that he sits across from you, hands over his face—because he can't stand the thought of divorcing his person—as he racks his brain for what went wrong. in the end, his refusal to sign the papers frustrates you until he pulls you closer by the edge of your chair and forces you to talk to him.

it comes out with a heap of tears and snot, and simon still thinks you're the prettiest thing. it's a stab to his heart to hear the reality of your unhappiness. his negligence.

in a split second, he's moving. hands wrapped around your thighs as he places you on the table, standing between your knees that he knocks apart with his own.

it's just you two in the house. you didn't want your kids to have to witness this moment, taint their children with their parents' divorce, but it seems you protected their eyes from another thing.

you nudge his chest, "si, stop." the quiver in your voice doesn't escape him as he paws at your waist.

a kiss to your ear before whispering, "shh, lemme make it up t'ya, swee'heart." his voice is a soothing rumble, even as he gropes over your body. "lemme worship what I've been neglectin'."

and you let him. with his sweet words and dirty hands, he kisses all over your body to leave no area untraced. he said he wanted to worship you, and so he does. relearns your body for a second time while ignoring the aching erection under his jeans.

he doesn't undress you. doesn't need to expose your body to make you feel wanted, just enough to give you pleasure without the idea you need to return it.

after kissing and touching you enough to get you to squirm under his palm, he sinks to his knees with his fingers hooked into your panties. sliding them off in one fell swoop, he grunts at the glistening of your pussy. arousal coating the sensitive skin all because of him.

unable to help himself, he drags a thumb down the center, marveling at how sensitive you've become without being stimulated for so long. between taking care of the house and the kids, you've neglected yourself too. how long had it been since you've had an orgasm? too long.

clenching around nothing at the mere touch of his thumb to your clit was embarrassing enough, soft moans spilling past your lips as your head tipped back. he knew you like the back of his hand and what buttons to press to make you crumble underneath his touch. you were doomed from the beginning.

separation was never going to happen with the way he dove between your legs, lips wrapped around the sensitive bundle of nerves. tongue lapping at your pussy and drinking in your arousal. he had missed the taste of you, dopamine rushing through his body as he rehatched an addiction he unwillingly quit.

you were divine. a sweaty, teary mess on that dining room table as you clutched whatever was nearest to keep you steady. simon's hair, the edge of the table, his broad shoulders. your hands were everywhere, pushing and pulling as you fought desperation.

this was simultaneously the worst and best idea. you had just handed him divorce papers, and now you're on the brink of an orgasm right on top of them! you keened when simon slipped a finger inside you, then two before curling them against that delicious spot on your spongy walls.

your vision was coated with white as the strongest release you've have in months sent you spiralling into a place of no return, and he still didn't relent. not until the papers beneath you were soaked, and you had forgotten why you even brought it up to begin with.

so, no. there's no escaping simon. he made a promise when he slipped that ring on your finger, and he is not breaking it. til death do you part.

[its-me-em28]

[callsign-mustang]

Reblog to sexualize an old man

🤤

[t4tstarvingdog]

men’s tits reblog if you are a true men’s tits lover

[kinkshame-puncher-666]

Reblog this to ease the back pain of the person you reblogged it from

[topherchris]

[thecurseofjane]

Breeding kink:

He fucks you so good you call him Daddy and he responds with "I'm about to be" 🥵😳💦💦

[rawme-price]

Alpha!soap and alpha!kyle who like to playfight in between missions as a way to let steam off. Of course, if one of them ends up on top of the other, they won't pass up an opportunity.

Kyle humping soaps ass with his fangs against the other alphas scruff, play growling while soap arches his back like a good omega would. The second kyle comes, they're right back to the play fight. Occasionally grinding against the other and faux-biting. Smiles wide and reeking of eachother by the end of it.

[parkayquarts]

big muscles are only sexy to me if theyre softened by a nice healthy layer of subcutaneous fat. i will never understand the appeal of super toned ripped washboard abs or biceps

[mnzbrg]

amen

[callsign-mustang]

#Andthelord’schildrensayAmen

[mearchy]

my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

[transgwender616]

Monsterfucking is so normalized on Tumblr I kinda forgot it even counted as a kink. I thought it was like liking boobs on girls. The basic normal stuff most people like.

[localgoblinlad]

mine

[vonkarn]

i can be trusted with prey girls in spite of my teeth i can be trusted with prey girls in spite of my teeth i can be trusted with prey girls in spite of my teeth i can be trusted with prey girls in spite of my teeth i can be trusted with prey girls in spite of my teeth i can be trusted with prey girls in spite of my teeth i can be trusted with prey girls in spite of my teeth i can be trusted with prey girls in spite of my teeth i can be trusted with prey girls in spite of my teeth i can be trusted with prey girls in spite of my teeth i can be trusted with prey girls in spite of my teeth i c

[wistfulelfgirl-deactivated20231]

oh yay we can both hang out with no issues! let me just look out this window for a second dang this is distracting

[vonkarn]

let me hold you gently so you don't fall! wow my paw is almost as big as you are..... my claws as big as one of your fingers....

[rillabel]

hey does anyone know what happened to her

[vonkarn]

i swear to you this is not what it looks like

[tattedlilthiccy]

“Babygirl”

RAW.

Next Question.

[thejillzone]

rb if your hole is a safe space for trans women