#sub cod

[secretmattshroom]

Ftm könig getting fucked in both holes....😵‍💫 - 🦇

You think he can handle that? Poor thing is sobbing From having his ass fucked alone. Ease a finger into his pussy and he's fisting the sheets, kicking his legs and squealing into the pillow.

Put a vibrator into his pussy while you fuck his ass and he'll go stupid, squirting when you flick his tiny cock.

Call him a good boy while you overstim him, praise him, tell him how handsome he is, how good his ass feels, how cute his cock is as you thrust the vibrator in and out of his pussy.

Something like that..

[sh1-n0bu]

a real short drabble about fucking an older guy to get back into the mood of writing. mononoke smut in the works. and happy pride chat<3

the bed creaked softly in protest to the insistent force of your thrust, a deep, sensual pace that you had set when the pretty, older man under you kept whining about his back or how his muscles are gonna pull from your overeager movements. despite his stuttered words, his arms stayed wrapped tight around your shoulders, blunt nails digging into the flesh of your back with the tiniest resistance.

“heeeey hey, mister~” you cooed out with a teasing grin, pushing your pelvis flush against his own until he could feel your pubic hair scratching against his skin. how embarrassing, being folded over by some snotty nosed kid who could be twice his age. and by someone who was so disrespectful too. the gal.

“you’ve gone real quiet ever since we got naked. what’s on your dirty old mind, huh?” without giving him a chance to retort, talking about how disrespectful kids nowadays were or to hear him complain about his aching joints, you pulled back just enough before thrusting back inside him in one push. he choked on his drool, looking away from you with the prettiest red on his stubble covered face.

“what’s the matter, sir? did i manage to fuck the brat out of you?” brat? who were you calling a brat? if anything, you were the brat here, not him!

“listen real closely, sir” you lean down, chest brushing against his swollen, drool and bite covered nipples as you whisper into his ear. a shudder crawled along his spine, something he merely tucked away as a reaction to being sweaty. though, his mind was getting clouded, growing more and more sloppy when he felt how you ground your strap deeper into his sloppy hole, grounding against that stupid, twitchy spot inside him.

“gaHG—! mmhg… hhhmgg♡︎” still, he refused to make noises again. whenever he did, you just cooed at him as if he was some injured animal, damn near railing your cum deeper into his guts as if you wanted to get him pregnant. he knew how stupidly, perverted you were, and he refused to give you the satisfaction of hearing his crumbling sanity.

“you hear that, sir?” sshhliiiick—♡︎! plawp♥︎

“ANGH—! mmfgh..” biting his lip, he shook his head weakly, even though he heard that dirty noise of your earlier rounds’ cum spilling out of his hole and felt your tip graze that soft spot inside him. his dick was twitching again, a weak, spent little thing covered in its own cum laying on his soft stomach. he didn’t wanna look. didn’t even wanted to hear your voice whispering in his ear, clouding his judgement.

“you don’t? but it’s so loud, sir. it almost sounds like we’re kissing down there” he wanted to whine at your words. such a filthy kid you were, describing such a depraved sound as something sweet like a kiss.

“your hole is strangling my strap, sir. it’s almost as if you’re thirsty for me. ain’t it, right? should i kiss your sloppy hole even more down there, sir? get you all sweet ‘n soft” letting go of his trembling leg, your hand trails down to his ass, groping the fat flesh before rubbing a thumb over his rim. you teased the idea of pushing a thumb inside, to watch the earlier cum get fucked out of his fluttering hole, but the cute, desperate look in his eyes stopped you.

“s-sstupid kid.. don’t say s-such things when you’re s-stirring my guts” he could barely talk, tripping over his own words as he tried to keep his swollen lips from moaning out your name. which round was this? he had almost forgotten, you were just too energetic with your bubbling youth, he could barely keep up. even his legs were shaking, twitching against your shoulder where you had hooked one up.

“aha, so you do like me fucking your insides” you tease him, grin growing wider into a smile of a cheshire cat. grabbing at his meaty thighs, you push his legs up until they were nearly by his head, folding him into a mating press as you sink your cock deeper into him with this new position.

he could only gasp, pupils widening as he stared with glassy eyes at where your pelvis met his. you were going to break him open, he can’t breathe in this position, give him a fucking break!

“d-don’t—! aaahng.. n-no, not like this. p-put me down, you brat!”

“relax, mister. you can handle another round just fine” you laugh as his hands scratch at your biceps, his eyes growing teary at how easily you manhandled his bigger body. he was being pushed to the brink of what was left of his mind, body basically vibrating against the sweat covered mattress with how violently he shook.

“hang on tight, sir♡︎”

you were gonna ruin him, stupid brat.

➭ yhan, geshu lin, qiuyuan, yuanwu, jing yuan, blade, gallagher, dan feng, yingxing, welt, varka, zhongli, capitano (rip my husband), pierro, dottore (the og, old one), re9 leon, chris redfield, captain price, könig (he’s a colonel so he’s gotta be like 40 or sum), hinahoho, ussr countryhumans (don’t shoot me-) + any older man you like

[ace-inthehole]

Just thinking about a pretty old man <3

[18+] Mdni

Top gn reader. Amab or afab w/ a strap I left it vague.

Inspired by @rodolfoparras :)

When you first start your advances, he pushes you off. Because he's already an old man, hair greying, joints creaking, with eyes that have seen far too much. He can't ruin a pretty young thing like you, but oh boy does he want to. It takes everything in him to reject you, let you down lightly, because he wants you just as much as you want him. Maybe more.

It's not hard to notice his wayward glances and sneaked looks, a deep hunger in his eyes, wanting and full of desire. It's rather adorable, seeing him try so hard to suppress his urges and feelings, because he isn't convincing anyone with that act. Not you, and not himself.

But with your persistence, that little facade of his begins to crack. It starts small, maybe a few long conversations over drinks in some dingy bar or a deep chat under the view of the cityscape. His longing gaze becomes more and more passionate, heavy with lust as he takes you in. He still looks away when you meet his eyes, cheeks flushed under his beard as he grumbles some poor excuse.

Fleeting looks become yearning gazes, a brush of your hands become intertwining the under the table. He's breaking, and it's because of you.

And when you finally bed him, he's nothing short of a mess. Splayed out bare before you on your bed, gasping and crying out at every touch. It isn't his first time, far from it, but man does it feel like it is. Every touch from your warm hands on his skin, your breath fanning over his neck or your lips on his face send pleasant and hot hums through his body.

It's embarrassing, it's shameful, every part of him on display before you, but your loving eyes that see nothing but beauty makes his heart clench.

He can hardly get it up anymore, just barely half hard when you're pressing into him, but it feels so good he doesn't have the mind to be embarrassed. When you kiss him you taste the bitter ash lingering from the cigarette he smoked earlier, but his noises are more than sweet enough to make up for it.

When he comes, he's gasping and throwing his head back, body convulsing as he desperately clings onto you. A beautiful sight really, such a man in pieces under you. Pieces that you tear apart with ardor and put back together again lovingly. He lets you do so, becoming putty at your fingertips and moulding into any form you shape him into.

He's reduced to a crying, sniffling little mess with his release splattered on his stomach, but he stares up at you with such pure adoration. He settles into your arms after you clean yourselves up, head resting on your chest and arms wrapped tightly around you.

Truly, an adorable old man.

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So this is my first time writing smut lol. Go easy on me, thanks. This was written with Price in mind but I decided to keep the character ambiguous.

[arbitraryaxel]

Horny high brain + Kyle propaganda so...BOO!! 

(cw: sub kyle (dont be surprised), light choking, majority of this is dirty linguistics, little plot/more porn, dumbification?, 141 overhears but its okay loll)  

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You and Kyle aren’t actually boyfriends—no, you two just know the layout of each other's beauty marks, how Kyle only likes a dash of milk and two sugars in his tea, how you (oddly) wet your toothbrush with warm water before brushing your teeth, and so on and so forth. You two aren’t boyfriends, but you’re the one Kyle brings over when he and the other boys come home from being deployed.  

And it’s obvious when you're home because the rest of the 141 hear when Kyle brings you home; your low, gravelly voice purring out from behind his closed door, slightly breathy from the exertion of your deep and languid thrusts. You have him on his knees, with his shoulders smushed into the bed, and his head craned back from where your hand holds under his chin.  

“Kyle, you feel me?” Your voice is hot and husky on the cusp of his ear, and he clenches sporadically around you, “How deep, baby? Come on.”  

"Sho—uhn! Deep, oh my god...” he trails off in a warbled whine, drool slipping from his swollen lips. He hiccups while his eyes trail into the back of his head when you roughly grind your hips into the plush mounds of his ass. You pull out three inches before you lay all your weight into your next thrust, slamming into his prostate with cruel purpose.  

A gasp pushes itself out of his lungs before it breaks into a desperate moan. You let go of his chin to rest your hands on his hips, moving your thrusts into a sensual mix of speed and force—targeting his prostate with your sticky tip.  

“You feel how thick I am inside you?” You tap his thigh, signaling him to give you an answer, but he’s too far gone to give you anything other than another moan. You ‘tut’ at him, “Awe, c’mon Kyle, you know better than that.” You run your hand under his body and up to his neck, grasping it, and using it to flip him onto his back.  

You slip out from inside of him due to the slick mix of lube and your pre, but you ignore how he pitifully whines at the emptiness, taking your time to put yourself back in him. “Hold your legs up.” When he takes a second too long for your liking to listen to your order, you love-tap him on his cheek, allowing the sting to bring him out of his fog. Then, you get a cruel thought, and your voice comes out in a cocky octave as you say, “That’s an order, Soldier.”  

With his training kicking in, he immediately brings his hands to hold the backs of his knees toward his chest, just as you like it; with a grin you wrap your hand back around his neck as you start up your thrusts once more.  

Only this time, with the strain of air entering his lungs, Kyle’s moans filter through the air unabashed and pornographic—completely unaware of how red in the face his teammates are on the couch in the living room, as they try their hardest to will away their hard ons from hearing how Kyle’s pretty, not-boyfriend-boyfriend is rearranging his guts.  

[sanriovin]

non presented!sub!konig tied up nicely on your bed, the big hulk of mass on your bed moaning and whimpering and basically crying at this point from the intense amount of edging you've put him through.

the 6'something colonel, feared by many, pathetically laying on your bed, pleading with you to stop edging him and finally let him cum. with how pent up he was already, it wouldn't be a surprise of he came from a single touch to a usually non-erogenous zone.

"shh, don't make a sound. i'm trying to listen to someone else." you cooed mockingly at him, watching his lips glisten with saliva and unspoken desire.

trailing your finger once more down his angry, blistering hot appendage, you shift your body upwards, situating yourself on his lap, looking down at him, admiring his ruined and spent body below you.

"you're gonna take it like the gooood boy you are, won't you?" it wasn't a question, merely a statement. but still, he nodded his head 'yes' time and time again, words barely processing in his head, as you sank down onto his cock, head lowering to nuzzle against his scent gland.

everything was normal at first. you made both him and yourself feel good as you rode him into oblivion, licking and scraping at his scent gland, when you suddenly felt a change in the air.

a new scent.

sweet, mind numbing, enough to send you into a frenzy.

it was unusual. extremely strong, powerful enough to engulf all of your senses and leave you dazed.

where was it coming from?

what was it?

and then that weak, higher pitched whine.

what was that? that wasn't from you...

könig.

he never sounded like that previously. even as your sub, he never once let a sound as pitiful and weak as that slip.

there could only be one explanation... no.. surely not?

"...you presented?" you couldn't keep your eyes from widening, as you looked down at him, hand resting against his bare chest. you could almost see the pheromones dancing and twirling and mingling with each other in the hot, humid air as they wafted off of him in concerning amounts.

the poor man couldn't even respond, so lost in the pleasure that he could only pitifully thrust his hips up, clawing at the ropes binding him in place.

"please, please, please, t-touch me, make me feel good, hase..." könig sobbed out, lips parted, breaths coming out as sharp, shallow gasps.

you couldn't deny him this pleasure, especially since he just presented, and was so lost and so confused and was most likely experiencing his first heat.

so you gave in. you wrapped your hand slowly, gently, almost feather-like around his cock, testing the waters by pumping your hand down the shaft once, twice, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

his hips jutted upwards rapidly, a shaky sound leaving his swollen lips as his body threatened to curl in on itself, yet was stopped by the restraints keeping him in place, tightening with every thrash and every sudden jolt he made.

"fuck, fuck, l-like that, like that, d-don't stop-" könig gasped out, eyes fluttering shut, submitting to the waves of pleasure crashing over him.

that was your sign to continue.

your hold on his cock tightened as your movements became more targeted, more precise, wanting to bring him to his climax.

your slick soaked palm moved up to his crimson tip, rubbing small circles across the sensitive nerves, eliciting a reaction of pure pleasure and overstimulation from your poor, poor omega.

"l-liebling, fuck, 'm close, sosososo close-" he cried out, fingers desperately clinging onto his ropes like a lifeline, as if they were the only thing that was grounding him in this overwhelm of sensations and emotions.

"shhh, shh, you can cum. be a good boy for me and cum, okay?" you were barely holding on yourself, his scent becoming dizzying and so, so good.

it didn't take him much longer before he reached his long impending orgasm, his core tightening as a high pitched, loud, almost painful sounding moan slipped past his parted lips, strings of cum spurting out of his cock, painting his body, the ropes and your hand a milky, translucent white.

he was left writhing and shaking on the bed, coming down from his orgasm as you stared at him in amazement and shock, admiring his reactions and behaviours.

bringing your stained hand to your lips, you took a finger, then two into your mouth, tongue swirling around the warm limbs, eyes trained on his ruined form.

he looked so beautiful. so destroyed and so pathetic. his first heat and presentation were making both you and him go wild.

there was no way you were finished with him yet.

"fuck, könig, my little omega... we're not finished yet, y'know?"

you would have to explain to him later what exactly just happened to him.

@ninjaturtletoes 😼😼😼

[reschatzi]

MDNI, 18+ | TOP!READER | DEGRADATION KINK

A pretty sub’s legs wrapped around you, whining pathetically. Their fingers intertwine with yours, grip tight to ground themselves to the feeling of your dick stretching them out. One of your hands lock around their throat, squeezing the air out of them as you fuck your aching cock back into their tight hole. They’re so wet, their pretty entrance slick with cum and lube.

“Please.. fuck, m-more—” They look at you all teary-eyed as they choke out their meek words through a sob, thinking you care about a stupid, little doll that you can break and repair whenever you want. “You want more, huh? Such a needy whore,” Their walls seize up, bed groaning from the relentless pounding, “Fuck, greedy slut. You liked that.”

On shaky thighs, they try to meet your thrusts. “Wait, ah, mmmng, slow down-” Oh, but the both of you know they don’t mean that. It’s their own form of asking for you to continue bullying your dick into their pulsating heat. Their sweet cries fill the room, clenching down on you tightly which triggers your orgasm rather quickly. Hips stuttering as your cum fills their hole until it’s leaking past your cock. You glance to their face, panting harshly, and the expression they wear makes you impossibly harder. So fucked out but they need more and more until you turn them into your pretty, dumb toy.

[pastelclovds]

thinking about short top x tall bottom relationships

your partner’s friends believe that just because you were two feet shorter than him: that it would obviously mean that you would be the one taking it in the relationship. how could you blame those meatheads when your boyfriend was everything a stereotypical dominant man was “supposed” to be. muscles that could be compared to Greek gods, good looks, possessing a constant stern and confident attitude, and he had a successful career that made him good money.

your lover didn’t try to deny the accusations. probably too embarrassed to admit the truth. you had to hide your smirk when you saw your bf trying desperately to change the subject. looking tense and flustered as his gaze shifted from his hands to you to his friends. it wasn’t until you dropped his friends off and were now alone with him in your car that his mask finally cracked. before he could say a word, you place the palm of your hand on top of his shaking leg. dangerously close to his clothed pelvis. his breathe hitched when he meet your eyes. they were smug and hungry.

at that moment he knew it didn’t matter what excuses he spewed out. you were going to show him who was really in charge. he couldn’t help blood rushing south as his mind started fantasizing about what you were planning for him.

you grin devilishly when you catch sight of his cock straining against his dress pants. oh you were going to have so much fun breaking him.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

“oh! oh yeah— fuck! faster please please!”

you’ve seen many beautiful things in your life. but the sight of your lover presenting his bare ass for you to rail as he sobbed out your name like a prayer definitely topped them all. he let out choked moans when your cock continuously hits his prostate. his grip on the pillows rival that of a vice as his tears wet the covers. he thrusts back against your cock to the best of his ability as the bruising grip you had on his waist prevented him from moving the lower half of his body. forcing him to stay still and take it.

you let out a shaky breath as you gazed down at the so called ‘master in the sheets’. now a pathetic, beautiful mess as his tight hole took you in. just the sight of his tear stained face and velvety ass was enough to almost make you spill inside him. you increase the pace of your hips. your sweat slicked balls slapping against your lover’s ass as the volume of his moans and cries increased. the clap of your bf’s ass meeting your pelvis filled you with pride as you couldn’t resist the temptation of slapping his cheek. his hole tightened significantly around you.

“haha. guess your friends were wrong about you, lovely. was this what you wanted? embarres me so i can show you who you really belonged to? hmm?” you lower your torso as you teased him by slowly grinding against his sweet spot. he raised his head to look up at you.

“i’m yours. always make me feel good. go faster again please. i’m close, ‘m sorry— ah!”

your pace returns to rough and quick as soon as the words left his pretty mouth. “good boy- hah- cum for me,” you breathlessly command him. he followed your orders instantly, biting his pillow cover to muffle his pathetic sob as his cock spilled white on the sheets.

his climax triggered yours, you sigh as you fill him with warmth. you knew that this wasn’t going to be the last round, so you rest on top of your lover’s back until he gave you the ‘okay’ to continue. you could feel his chest rise and fall as he tries to catch his breath. if you weren’t paying attention intensely, you would’ve missed the breathless “i love you” he told you.

you cover his sweat coated back in soft kisses, you couldn’t even reach his neck, “i love you too, gorgeous,” you whisper back. you bite back a groan when he started grinding against your cock, signaling that he was ready for round two.

you loved destroying stereotypes.

ur fav tall af characters <3

[twisted-affections-for-u]

Sub!Poly!141 x Dom!reader

A/N: My first dom/sub cod work is here! I was reminded of a fic I read about Gaz not wanting to go back to his flat as it felt lonely, so he stays with one of the 141 when he isn't deployed. Also a headcanon I saw of putting the 141 in cock cages when returning from deployment. I wish I could remember the fics 😭😭 but this is inspired by those two.

Summary: The 141 always had a hard time returning to civilian life off of base, but you are there with a helping hand and their collars to ground them.

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamic, no smut, dom!reader, sub!141, 141 having a hard time adjusting to being civilians again, hurt/comfort, collars, bdsm themes, MDNI, probably typos

Task Force 141 always had a hard time readjusting to life after coming back from an op. Especially if it had gone tits up like the one they were returning from.

Their intel had been false and used to trap them, thankfully, they were quick to think on their feet. Everyone got out safe and their mission was somehow successful. Though, this had left them in a perpetual fight or flight mode. Feeling antsy the whole ride back to base, even being pressed close together, for the comfort of each others presence, wasn't enough to settle their nerves.

Even the sight of you, hurriedly rushing to embrace them after they got in the door to John's flat wasn't enough. The flat John had that became the 141's, and your, home. The flat that was, basically, where they spent all their leave instead of their own places. The place that felt and smelt like home, where most of their stuff was and where you would be when they returned. You who, they swore, would never see a battlefield a day in your life. Over their dead bodies.

It took you leaving, for nothing more than a minute, and returning with their collars to put them even slightly at ease. The weight of their designated collars fitting snugly around their necks finally helping to alleviate their overworking minds.

You had told them to drop their stuff where they stood, in the entrance of the flat, and then go sit at the table you had set. They could smell the meal you had made, after Price had sent you a message that they returned to base safe.

They did it without question; once the collars were on, you were in control. What you said was law, and they were to follow orders.

Johnny would be the first to come back to himself, he was the easiest to get out of their post op state of mind. Orders easy to follow to help guide his mind back to the present, back to the safety of home.

Gaz would follow after, always having more on his mind than he let others know. Always thinking over what could have been done better, what he could change in the future. The relief of being home and with his partners at his side to rid him of his never ending doubts would help him to ease back into off base life.

Price would be second to last, the perpetual headache of being the captain making it harder to come back to his civilian self. Having to always question if he made the right calls, dealing with higher ups, the endless paperwork, the need to be one step ahead of every plan; it ate away at his brain. Being reminded he wasn't on base, that his lovers were no longer the soldiers he was scared of leading to their deaths. You would remind him to simply follow your orders and let you take care of the rest, take care of him.

Ghost would be the last, always on edge, never fully feeling relaxed unless he was in a space that felt like a true home to him. Sometimes, that wasn't enough. He would need proximity to everyone, need to be able to hear and see that they were ok. He was the one to always survey for danger, even if the danger did not exist inside their home. Once he felt nothing could touch those he loved, or himself, he would start to relax. A fully relaxed Ghost would take more time, but the lot of you were more than happy to give him that time.

You would feed them and get them cleaned, before having all of them in a big tangle of limbs in Price's ridiculously huge bed. You guys could deal with their bags in the morning, tonight was for reminding the boys that they were home and safe.