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[girlinyourphone]

I love gay guys

[radio-anon]

You have a bunch of military content saved to your phone because you're a boot licker. I have a bunch of military content saved to my phone because I'm fetishizing the boys in uniform

We are not the same

[emotionalsupportmask]

🫶

[emotionalsupportmask]

[angelicdev0tion]

"you attract what you fear"

ohhh noooo mutual obsession..oh noo a clingy, obsessive and devoted partner..I'm so scared..

[redstatic-art]

Not many people follow me here so this is my safe space to share photos of myself. Still trying to gain confidence in myself but its coming along slowly.

[meowsapow]

"Friends with benefits" and the benefit is being my friend :)

[meowsapow]

We can also fuck nasty or whatever

[netherworldpost]

;)

[ghouljams]

you can't ask ghost to spot you at the gym because as soon as you start struggling he'll look you dead in the eye and tell the whole gym "I will let you die, finish the rep."

[persephone-has-fallen]

New mask kink inspo just dropped

[cutest-silly-nb]

inside me there are two lungs. and one liver. one stomach. a few meters of intestine. there's a lot inside me actually

[cutest-silly-nb]

this is the funniest thing i've read all day

[machveil]

Hunter!Price who purposefully leaves the doors and windows to his isolated cabin unlocked to tempt you into fleeing. you, the skittish thing he brought home, who wouldn’t make it out of woods if you tried. he likes a good chase though, pace leisurely as you make a run for it. it’s beyond remote, densely forested with thick trees and mud-slick paths. eyes darting around as you run, brow pinched and dotted with sweat. your pace slows as your legs tire, pausing to take in your environment. Price knows where you are though, trail cameras catching your movements. if anything, he gets to take a nice morning stroll before dragging you back home all tired and exhausted. he thinks it’ll get the thought of escaping out of your system, a nice, enriching experience for you

[grundoonmgnx]

Unknown French photographer, Tattooed French Prisoner c. 1920

[bloody-dreams]

For the soldiers, foreplay isn’t just a few kisses, a cuddle, or a romantic date that turns into something romantic in the bedroom. For the men in arms, foreplay means letting you run through the vast base at night. A nighttime training session, as Price had called it, but in the men’s eyes, hunger had settled in when you had agreed, completely unaware. Now, in the cold of the night, in the darkness, trying to find a target while your comrades’ night-vision gear watched your every step.

The wolves just had to pounce to devour the bunny.

[rawme-price]

The concept of human!reader accidentally driving wolf!ghost insane....

You recently bought some new perfume, a thick rich scent that only serves to amplify your own natural musk, and ghost is obsessed.

Worse than that is how you love to reapply it all the time, subtle to humans but he's practically choking on that delicious scent from you. Anything of his that you touch picks up the scent, as if you were some coy wolf trying to get a sense of ghosts mating prospects.

He raises his brow when you stay back after a meeting to reapply, hovering just a touch too close so he can smell the minute change it takes on upon touching your skin "new perfume, sergeant? It's nice."

"Hm? Oh, yeah! I like the earthy stuff," you tell him, dropping the tiniest bit of oil onto your wrist and rubbing them together. The sight has ghosts stomach turning, knowing if you were a wolf hybrid the room would reek from that action. "Do you want to try some? It's pretty strong."

"Hm—?" Before ghost can even speak, you're already slipping a hand under the hem of his balaclava to rub a bare wrist into the skin of his next. "Fuck–! Ohh...hm....!"

A deep, pleased rumble spills out of ghost, and not seconds later you're being pinned to the meeting table, ghosts whole body on top of yours with lidded eyes. "christ love, do thst again."

"What...ghost?" You mumble, dazed, hand still under the mask. "I– I mean– you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Ghost whines, ears pinning. A large, clawed hand wraps around your forearm, manually moving your wrist against his skin. His whole body shudders "fuck! Mhhh keep going. Like that."

"Holy– is this like...a thing for you?" You grin, ignoring the stretch of your thighs being pushed so far apart for him to grind his bulge against you. Ghost rumbles and grunts, all animal.

He couldn't explain the fact you're practically claiming him as your mate, or at least your breeding bitch, not like you'd care much when his eyes go all glossy under the mask "please– please, love, please. I need–"

"Go on, ghost, I want to see this." You urge. that one chat about soaps partners coming to mind, you shove a hand into ghosts pants and wrap a firm grip over his knot.

"Fuck! Holy– hmmm! Thank you!" He pants, tail thrashing behind him. You watch, enraptured, as a large wet patch forms in the front of his jeans. Christ, that's a lot of cum.

"Wow. That was so worth eighty quid." You snort, only to get a huffy nip from ghost, who seems intent on smothering you under hum.

[machveil]

[553580]

thinking about being trapped in a bunker with ghost and i know in my heart he's absolutely declaring a free-use situation within the first hour of the bombs falling and the two of you locking yourselves away underground. from the get-go he's clear about the fact that it doesn't matter to him if you like it or not- he is going to use you to get himself off, and you can either take it or you can give him sparring practice while he's at it. either way works for him, really.

[machveil]

college sucks, but Loser!König sucks harder. a little, tiny treat for my M!Readers perhaps✨

CW: M!Reader, oral (reader receiving), König humps your foot a little

Loser!König who oh so desperately wants to make you feel good. as intimidating and confident as he is at KorTac, all his bravado disappears once he’s off the clock. despite that, you still liked him— he hoped you liked him. for all his stammering and uneasy staring you stuck around, held his clammy hands and shared your wardrobes. you had to like him, how else would he have ended up nervously kneeling between your thighs? he’s awkwardly broad, would it be better if your legs were over his shoulders? or if they spread slightly wider to accommodate him? his mind is reeling, face warm as he looks up at you. maybe his eagerness got the better of him, calloused hands twitchy as he palms at you

Loser!König who had somehow mustered the courage to offer a blowjob, heart hammering in his chest. was it too soon to offer that? had his voice cracked— but your easy smile and little chuckle had his shoulders sloping. he hasn’t been kneeling long, but there’s already a slight soreness from how your legs are spread. König hadn’t thought he’d get this far, hesitantly working your pants down. he didn’t think he’d actually end up with your fingers gently combing through his hair, didn’t think he’d end up pulling you out of your underwear. he stares for a long moment, wide-eyed as he takes you in. he’s never touched anyone before, only ever fucking into his own spit slick fist

Loser!König who gently thumbs at your slit, eyeing the slow beading of precum as he smears it. the slight jolt of your hips easing his nerves. he feels self-conscious hunching over slightly, lips parting to suck at your head as his hand pumps you. his eyes flutter shut when he hears your breath hitch, relaxing against you as he slowly takes more of your cock into his mouth. it’s an accident, but the quick tug to his hair after his teeth barely grazes you has him moaning around you. slowly bobbing his head as your hand guides him, eyebrows slightly pinched as he focuses on breathing. he meets the gentle rolls of your hips, a mixture of pre and spit dribbling out the corner of his mouth

Loser!König who gags slightly as he swallows around you, eyes watering as he pulls back. his bleary eyes glance up at you, panting heavy and mind hazy. all he can rasp out is a quick, “Ich liebe dich.”, before taking you back into his mouth, bobbing slightly faster as your hand grips his auburn hair. he’s spurred on when you groan, spit slicking his lips and chin as your hips buck. he can’t help but try to rut against your foot, his own tip weeping against his underwear as he whines around you. just managing to peak up at you from beneath his tear clumped lashes, face exceedingly hot as your head dips back. it’s all worth it when you finish, his hips rolling against your midfoot as he swallows. he pulls back as you catch your breath, icy blue gaze smitten as he rests his cheek against your thigh