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simon with his autistic wife

the day had already been eventful as it was. winter had just ended, and you opened the window to the first wisps of summer coming through, the air already warm.

the house felt so cluttered after the long, gloomy months. there were clothes that never made it to the washing machine, randoms items that never found their place, and overall— just a lot of things you could get rid of. simon didn’t have a lot of clothes, but you did, and it took half the morning to sort through what you wanted to keep and what you didn’t. separating the work load was difficult without simon here, always ready to break things down for you into smaller steps, keeping a mental checklist so that you could come back and ask what’s next.

but he wasn’t here right now, so it was hard deciding what you should do next. you didn’t know where to put the clothes you didn’t want, so you just threw them into a plastic bag by the door. ready to take to the thrift store whenever.

going onto cleaning the actual house is what caused the meltdown. everything had to be moved, and you wanted to rearrange some of the furniture for the summer days— and you could do that on your own!! but for some reason, your bed just seemed heavier than it actually was. maybe it was the on-coming meltdown, or maybe you were just getting weaker. either way, it made you want to cry.

you were sat on the floor when simon finally came home, sitting amongst the mess you made, completely and utterly stressed. you couldn’t leave this unfinished, it had to be done today. otherwise you wouldn’t sleep. your hands were fisted in your hands, back rocking against the bed-frame, hitting your spine against it so you didn’t hit yourself.

simon came in quietly, keeping the questions to a minimum, “you ok, sweet girl?”

what you really wanted to do was hit him, tear his eyes out and scream in his face while telling him to just shut the fuck up. but you knew you didn’t mean it, didn’t actually feel that, so you kept your answer to a curt nod.

“do you need anything from me right now?” the question was practiced, simon was able to tell when your breaking point was near so he always had a routine to making sure you had a space to come down. and that he wasn’t the one throwing you over that edge.

“help.” your voice was small, eyes barley making eye contact. it made his heart melt, his poor girl, couldn’t stand to see you in such a vulnerable state, made him feel helpless.

simon let you decide whether or not you were going to touch him, not exactly knowing what type of overstimulated you were. sometimes it was sounds, sometimes it was the way simon ghosted his fingers just over your skin, tickling you and making you feel uncomfortable. you slipped your hand into his outstretched palm, using it to stand up, waiting for simon’s directions. felt like you couldn’t live without him telling you what to do most days.

“we’ll finish moving the bed first, then i’ll clean while you move everything to where you want it to be, okay? is’ all you have to worry about sweetheart”

if only it were that easy.

within moments you were just getting aggravated, the once large room becoming small with the two of you trying to work. you don’t even know what was making you all worked up, honestly, all you knew is that a surge of anger took over when you hit your elbow on the doorknob, swearing loudly before pushing the standing mirror over to the ground. it met the floor with a loud crash, but in your heightened anger, you never realized it.

not till it subsided, and you realized how important that mirror actually was to you. with all your favorite stickers attached. and now the glass was all over the rug, in tiny little pieces.

you couldn’t stop your bottom lip from trembling, standing in the middle of the room as simon calmed his heart rate from the loud crash. your jaw clenched, hands balling into fists as you tried not to give into the on-coming meltdown.

“love?” this wasn’t something that was new. he just thought that made you’d work past throwing things. your hand instinctively went up to start slamming into your head, but simon was by your side in seconds, long legs bringing him across the room and to you— bundling you up in his strong arms. safe. simon was always safe.

you didn’t know why you always had to resort to some sort of violence, just felt good in the moment, but afterwards you just felt like a destructive monster. simon was able to change so much, but he was still working with you on this.

“you know better, lovie, how bout’ we sit down instead?”

you gave into the coaxing, letting simon lead you over to the newly arranged bed, moving the covers back and grabbing your favorite pillows. you crawled in, fluffing everything up to your liking before allowing simon to kick his feet up next to you. you crawled up to his chest, making a little spot for yourself as you snuggled into his side, knees kicking up to your chest for comfort.

simon settled your favorite pillow under your chin, letting you press your lips against it, tv already being turned on for background noise.

“i know you wanna finish it today, but i think it’s best we leave it for tomorrow, i’ll worry about the mirror clean up” his hand smoothed down your hair, making sure he didn’t tangle it with his fingers.

nvm had to write a self indulgent fic. based off my own autism so if u dont like it shhh. wrote this in a half asleep state so dont be mean. okkk now good night !! <3

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bear!price

cannot stop thinking of bear hyprid!price. i think i’ve consumed like 10 posts today alone.

just imagining him being so nice and big. not even just his cock, but his whole body was big enough to completely cover you, a personal weighted blanket. and when he slept he practically vibrated, a deep hum rumbling in his chest, deep snores that you grew used to falling asleep to. when you first got to the cabin, his snoring was absolutely unbearable. now— it was something you needed to be able to fall asleep.

the constant reminder that he was there. always there.

you’d think sex would be feral with him— but it was nice and slow. working at your orgasm instead of chasing it, body completely hugged against yours, arms caging you in so your eyes were only on him. always had you folded up though, legs either wrapped around his waist or over his shoulders. making sure all of your senses were being bombarded by him.

had so much muscle and fat on him too, could walk around the cabin completely naked in the dead of winter without a worry, his arms always wrapped around you in some way. you always kept close, needing him and his warmth, no matter the weather.

even better when he was in his bear form. wasn’t a day where he wasn’t just plopping his body on top of yours, yawning as he folded his paws under your chin— head resting on yours.

dont even get me started on hibernation !! months of being cooped up with a very sleepy price, who doesn’t have the energy for you. most mornings he decides to shove a palm into your face, or draping a heavy arm over you and curling you back into a tight snuggle when you tried to start the morning.

hhbggg.. i offer u a small post…. IF I REMEMBER @rawme-price HAS DONE SO MANY OF THESE SO GO READ RN. ok goodnight everyone

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könig chasing you through the woods.

it had started out as a joke, something you’d say whenever he came home with his mask on, looking like a giant demon as he walked through the front doors. you wouldn’t deny the fact that it turned you on whenever he wore it, especially in gear. made your thighs soakin’ wet just looking at him. anxiety coiled in your stomach, exciting you further, the line between arousal and fear blurring when it came to könig.

you always wondered what it would be like on the other side of that battlefield, being chased down by him, under his complete mercy when he finally caught up. you often fantasized about it while he was away, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you as you pictured yourself pinned down in some bombed out warehouse. body fucked into the dirt as he took whatever he wanted, cock forcing itself past your folds, so tight that he slipped out a few times before sinking inside.

oh you loved it when he used that weight against you. thick thighs always keeping your legs apart no matter how you tried to run, delicate fingers doing absolutely nothing when they pushed at his abdomen. most nights he’d fuck you till your pussy gaped open, clenching around nothing when he was done. would spit on your face whenever he couldn’t cover it in his cum, leaving you like that till the adrenaline left his veins, coming back with soft hands and lovely words. kissed at your cheeks so harshly they chubbed up while you tried to escape the tickle of his stubble, any type of desire to see you crying and begging now subsided.

instead he turned into a little ball of love, unable to detach himself from you. and thats usually how you liked it, usually.

you wanted könig to treat you like nothing sometimes, hold your face in his fist as he fucks you like a personal doll, make you sleep on the floor beside the bed after like a little pet. sometimes you wanted to see that very monster he got to show other people.

“so…” you said slowly, sliding into könig’s lap as he ate dinner. your fingers danced along the hem of his shirt that rested against his neck, scratching your nails slightly in the tanned skin, “i had an idea..”

“and who let you think?” könig teased. kinda. he liked his wife to be pliant, obedient as a waiting dog, preferring it if you thought less about ideas and more about how you were going to serve him. wouldn’t ever let that obsession get too out there, you were too good to him for that. if only he knew how badly you wanted to be grabbed by the neck and forced onto your knees.

you slid further into his lap, resting your legs over his thighs as he adjusted, continuing to eat like nothing was happening. you told him all about your idea, whispering in his ear like someone in your empty house was listening, going into detail about how you wanted him to take you on the ground, unrelenting and rough, maybe even smack you around a little.

your little whispers excited him, cock chubbing up in his pants underneath you. the slightest of movements made him groan, fingers digging into your plush hips, making you giggle. even if könig was the one doing the physical dominating, manhandling you like a puppet, there was no denying the hold you had over him. with just one sway of your hips you had him humping at your ass, bending you over on any surface, regardless of it’s height.

“safe word?” he questioned, chest rumbling with want as he stayed in his seat, hand coming up to his chin to scratch at the stubble.

just outside the backdoor was an endless stretch of land, just a little field until a line of thick trees cut off the backyard. technically, the land was still yours, so there was no risk of trespassing for miles. you shook your head, lips pressing in a tight line as a string of thoughts ran through könig’s mind. he’s never done anything to you without a word to drag him back to the real world. he needed one, always getting too carried away— too rough. it was a little strange, because he wanted to hurt you. wanted to see you bleed a little when he was done, but he didn’t want to completely break you.

part of his anxiety shot up, worried he’s hurt you too much and you’d just leave— deciding he was really too crazy. but you noticed the hesitant look in his eyes, the way his cheek sunk him from biting at it— a nervous habit he had. you cupped his cheek, hand small compared to him, kissing down until you had to tilt your head to kiss his lips, then kissing at his nose— anything to draw him back.

“promise it’ll be alright, just wanna try it once” könig almost squinted at you, fingers thumping against your thigh as he tapped up and down.

it took more coaxing from your end, lots of reassurance, but you got him to agree before the sun fully set. you two got dressed in silence, opting for your fleece leggings and a long shirt— your jacket was downstairs on the hook. by the look of the leaves on the trees, you’d need it. könig picked up his huge duffle bag from the end of the bed, digging through it so he could find all the pieces he needed. it wasn’t a new sight, seeing him getting all set up and comfortable in his gear, but knowing that he was going to be chasing you down set your skin on fire. made you sit on the edge of anticipation, legs ready to run.

he didn’t put the cut up t-shirt over his head until you two got downstairs. you turned around to deep black circles as you were zipping up your jacket, baby blue’s already losing all sight of warmth and love for you.

you were just slipping on your beaten up sneakers when he took out his long, black sniper from the closet. it was the one he kept at home for “just in case” purposes, probably the only gun of his that you knew how to shoot. you were confused for a second, guts flipping until you saw him adjusting the scope.

“just for lookin’, little hase” he placed the gun back down on the marble countertop, satisfied with the range. he pulled one of the knife drawers out, fingers tapping on the side of the wood out of habit again, a big puff of air coming out as he started making his decision. pulled out a large cutting knife, ribbed along the edge with a smooth, curved handle. könig brought down the wooden cutting-board from the wall, slamming the knife down till it stuck. with his hands on his hips he huffed again, wrenching the knife from the wood before placing it next to the gun.

you watched with a close eye, dumb as a deer in headlights as he got his hunting tools ready. könig turned back to you slowly, wall of a body towering over you as he came closer— hand reaching out. you went to flinch away from it, thinking he was already playing with you, but he just outstretched his palm, showing he wasn’t going to do anything. you settled, könig’s hand reached the cold golden doorknob, moving you out of the way with his hand curled against your elbow.

the back door swung open, ever so slightly bouncing against the back wall. the sound made your ears jump.

“you have till you clear that opening, then i’m coming.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, hand coming to cover your mouth when you realized he was serious. quickly it turned scary, especially when you looked out the door, realizing that the opening was much smaller now for some reason. used to feel so big.

you all put scrambled out the door when he let out a fake cough, alerting you to the time ticking. you almost slipped down the stairs, hopping to the ground as your feet skipped the last step. the air was a cool greeting to your flushed cheeks, already grateful you decided to wear fleece and a jacket.

your shoes crunched against the field, leaves littering the dying grass, only the evergreens survived. könig watched you from the still open door, leaning against the frame while his eyes followed you across the open stretch of land. only when you got to the edge of the field, bracing yourself against a tree so you could catch your breath, did you look back— half expecting to see him sprinting after you. instead he had the small kitchen window open, tip of the gun pointing out, only his hunched frame visible behind the gun. for some reason, that was even scarier than him coming at you directly.

you knew he was watching every move, every breath and bat of your eyelashes, it made you purse your lips out in a pout before you ran into the woods— letting the trees cover you.

once a far enough distance from könig, you let your back fall against a tree, catching your breath again with a heaving chest. you weren’t really a runner. always got a sharp pain in your stomach when you ran for too long, killed the mood, honestly, when you felt it in your ribs. you didn’t think you stopped for long before you heard whistling, echoing very clearly in the empty air.

the whistling was the unnerving part. you stayed behind your tree for a little longer, trying to make out where he was. but you just weren’t that good, and for all you knew it— könig probably already knew where you were. it took a lot of build up courage for you to get out from behind that tree, sprinting into an open direction— looking back only for a moment.

and there he was, hammer in hand, looking just as surprised as you were.

it made a frightened scream rip through your throat when he stopped, and then started running directly at you. a shaky laugh followed, too far in front of him for anything to be too scary yet, instead it was quite fun. he feet were light on the ground despite the weight of his massive body, moving far too fluidly for a man of such size.

that’s when it started to get scary.

könig picked up speed, hammer dropping in his hand to hold it lower at the handle, almost wanting to abandon it completely in favor of grabbing you with two hands— but this was how you wanted it. another short scream slipped past your lips when könig cornered you to a tree, making you hide behind it like it would do something, playing keep-away with your body every time he came close. he gave you a good chase around the squeeze before grabbing you with his free hand, really making you scream until he covered your mouth his a gloved hand. kicked the back of your knees in to make sure you fell with him, letting you roll onto your back in struggle.

his hammer slammed into the dirt above your head, freeing his hand of the object so that he could hold both your wrists, pushing them up and pinning them into the ground. you fought him every inch of the way, getting a few good kicks into him before he angrily slapped you, grabbing your chin between his calloused fingers afterwards,

“your only warning, don’t make me hit this pretty face again” he pointed a strict finger at you, but you knew how easily he was annoyed— couldn’t imagine getting kicked wasn’t any better. you tested his limits, kicking close to his crotch so he’d get set off. he replied by messily flipping your lower half over, twisting you so that you had to roll over, catching yourself on your elbows while könig winded his hand back. gloved fingers cracked over your clothed ass like a whip, feeling like he hit bare skin.

it drew a sharp hiss from you, almost tears, but he didn’t break you just yet. you knew it would annoy the fuck out of him if you acted all bratty.

“where’s the kitchen knife?” you barked at him, looking at könig from over your shoulder with heavy lidded eyes— truly just there to taunt him. and he knew the game you were playing.

“wasn’t fit for the job” his large hand practically covered yours, shoving your face into the dirt to shut you up. he kept his palm heavily pressed to your cheek as he ripped off the t-shirt, unable to breathe.

you wondered if every victim got to see his face before they died. somehow, it made you jealous.

he balled up the old black rag, fingers shoving in your mouth to create room for it, only shoving it in your waiting mouth after you choked around his knuckles. the taste was horrible. a mix of years worth of sweat, dust and war really took its toll. it made you gag around the fabric, you’d rather take his bitter cum than this.

“dummes mädchen, wearing all these clothes for no reason” könig pushed your shirt up your back, hands smoothing down the dips in your spine, just rubbing at the soft skin. a hand dipped into his belt to pull out a switchblade, a small one he always kept in his pocket. another “just-in-case” item.

instead of ripping the pants down your leg, he cut at the seam on your pussy, gutting you like a pig till a hole formed in the thick material. you mourned them slightly, good fleece leggings were hard to find. könig would buy you new ones, always did when he ruined a pair of your pretty panties.

these ones cut easily, the lace was no match for the sharpened blade. he cut the little bow off the front, putting it in his pocket like a little trophy. this thick fingers rubbed at your clit with no real rhythm, just wanted to watch your pussy spread around, already leaking from the chase.

he didn’t speak much as he worked, didn’t need to. his brooding silence and rough hands jolting your body around was enough. you wanted to say something, but couldn’t think of anything witty enough.

“gut mädchen, bleiben ruhig” your brain melted at the german, pooling out of your ears and making you soft. exactly how könig liked you. loved being able to move you around as he pleased, bending you to his will, his hand itching to smack at your skin again. he raised his hand again, coming down onto your thick muscle with another rough slap, unsatisfied with the way it felt over clothes.

he ripped your leggings further, tearing at the back so that your ass hung out, hand coming back down on your poor, already red skin at least three times before you finally gave him a good cry. it was a loud yelp, hand coming out to try and stop könig, reaching for his wrist. he slapped your hand away like it was filthy.

the next sound you heard was the unbuckling of his belt, the metal sound making your ears pick up, anticipation once again prickling at your skin. the stretch was always painful, no matter how much könig prepped you, or how many times he plowed into your pussy. always went back to being tight like a virgin. waiting for him to slide into you was always the worst part.

his thumb stroked between your folds, popping in only the tip of his thumb, which was still enough to get a little gasp out of you. he swirled it against your fluttering hole, pressing down on the ring of muscle to make you whine again. your hips tried to to run away, a pathetic little army crawl to try and escape his torture, but he only made a clicking sound with his tongue, pulling you back against him till you were back up on your knees.

the lack of warmth at your pussy was replaced with the tough fabric of könig’s pants, grinding against your wet cunt with curt hip thrusts, making you bounce back against him. usually he’d have you undress him, liked seeing you pull down his zipper with your teeth, hands holding his large cock in your small hands as you got the hem of his jeans over. instead he had to go through the annoyance of his own fat fingers fumbling at the seemingly tiny zipper, not caring to pull them all the way down as his fingers tugged down the hem of his boxers.

his cock spilled out, tip all red from being hard for so long. he let it slap against your ass, watching as your ass bounced with even the slightest movement. he slipped it between legs, letting the wetness mix with his precum as he rubbed his cock between your folds— tip hitting your clit. you were supposed to be playing a bit, but it was hard to act like you didn’t want it when könig was just so good. didn’t even realize how good he was.

he gave himself a good thigh fuck, thighs slamming into the back of yours, pulling back so far that his cock got caught on your hole, threatening to push inside. even the tip was a stretch, making you press your lips into a thin line. könig always talked you though it, no matter how rough he was being, and when he started to slap his cock on your tight hole, sinking into you without a word? oh that sent a little shot to your heart.

such a spoiled brat, couldn’t even take not being called a good girl while he stretched you out over him.

he groaned in your ear as he bottomed out, hips flush against your ass. könig didn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, didn’t dip his head down to kiss at your chubby cheeks, definitely didn’t talk to you— just started slamming his hips into you like a whore. took you from behind like you meant nothing, just a cute little thing for him to beat up and fuck. couldn’t help the way both his hands came to wrap around your neck, fingers touching, using your body to pull himself in and out at a relentless pace.

your back arched in an uncomfortable way so that you didn’t choke, one arm steading yourself against his thrusts as the other came to claw at his hands. it was difficult to breathe, from his hand and from his cock, feeling like it was borrowing itself deep in your stomach, rearranging your guts in some way. making a home for itself, just like always.

könig filled you to the absolute brim when he came, keeping your hips angled up so he could watch your pussy gape, his cum all pooled up inside of you. pressed your tits deeper into the dirt, arching your back, hoping that his spent would take and make you nice and round with his kids. always had a fantasy of holding you down, forcing you to get pregnant so you’d never leave.

which, he shouldn’t have those doubts, not when you looked up at him with such a fucked out look, lashes all wet from tears, a wobbly smile forming on your face as you wiggled your hips. his cum drooled out, covering your pussy and creating a puddle underneath you.

“such a wasteful girl” könig said breathlessly, sitting back on his heels as he took a glance at his work. would have liked to be meaner, but he got distracted with how good you clung around him, absolutely lost in your pussy.

“drag me home for round two?”

and könig would never say no to that.

HII EVERYONE!! sorry ive been feeling unmotivated recently, wrote this to try and get out of my rut. im looking for more writing moots so !! i need more people to yap to. anyways i hope u enjoyed this, idk how it got so long

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pregnancy with price

gosh i am thinking about price so much lately, in ALL the contexts. said i wasn’t gonna do smut today till i thought of how hard price would get at the sight of you pregnant.

would fuck you so sweetly with your little round stomach, placing a fluffy pillow at your back and under your head, makin’ sure he didn’t rock you too much. so so slow with his hips, almost painfully so, adding pressure to where your body was already making room. arms and legs would start shaking because of how much he was restraining himself, much more keen on making this about you getting off— not him.

he’d play with your clit so gently too, making sure you were squirming under him— squeezing at his cock with every touch. felt so strange but good, feeling him stuff you with cum when you were already so full.

and the way he would kiss your belly before going down on you. :( just absolutely obsessed with the fact that his little one is growing inside you, not able to keep his hands off even during sex. and the mirror sex you two would have?? omg. holding your belly in front of the mirror, making you watch as he took you from behind. milky tits bouncing with every thrust.

don’t even get him started on your tits. as if handling your belly wasn’t enough, he’d be constantly pawing at your chest, squeezing till little wet spots showed up on your shirt.

“just tryna get you ready for the little one” he’d throw that excuse at you every time he’d start sucking at your nipples, lifting your tight little shirt up over them whenever he wanted, he’d prefer it if you just walked around the house naked— giving him access to whatever he wanted.

but alas; you liked your cute maternity clothes. much to price’s disappointment.

i have. so many ideas for pregnant reader and her husband price. just ya’ll wait.

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depressed!reader and price — pt 1

everyone knew price had a sad girl.

sadness was just your default setting. it had always been that way. you’d gone through your own fair share of trauma, maybe not from war— but definitely felt like it. made you aloof, simply drifting through life with film over your eyes. it made you numb to most things around you, the last genuine reaction you had being when you married john.

not that john wasn’t perfect. spoiled you absolutely rotten when he was home and away. you didn’t work— didn’t have to. price was a strictly traditional man, never allowed you to in the first place. so you sat at home most days, letting the tv play in the background as you stared outside. price would come home to you in the same spot he left you most days, doing his best to cheer you up from the moment he walked through the door. but nothing made you truly happy.

sometimes you’d come on base to drop some things off, a practiced smile on your face doing nothing to wipe away that utterly defeated look. the boys even commented on it.

price thought maybe it was just a little phase. something he could fix easily. but it wasn’t until he was talking to you one day, knowing he was speaking on practically deaf ears but still trying, did he notice how bad it was.

your tired eyes drifted to the handgun that he always had on his belt, just staring at it, eyes settled on it like a plan was turning in your head.

john had you admitted before you could even protest.

have so many ideas for this but this was all my brain could come up with tn.

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getting cheated on by price

you’re life depended on john. not just financially, but physically— mentally, you needed him.

you needed him to hold you with his large, but gentle hands. needed to curl up in his lap as he called you his good girl, his only girl. even now.

price wasn’t one to beat around the bush, wouldn’t be able to lie to you when he knew you were so in love— and he wasn’t. told you outright before you could even serve him dinner, leaving you with hands full of plates and cups that never made it to the table. instead they crashed to the floor, leaving a mess around your feet. your knees fell into the glass next, apologizing over heavy breaths while you picked up the large, shattered chunks.

you tried to take deep breaths around the pain in your chest, tears flooding your vision as you desperately tried to convince yourself this wasn’t happening. didn’t even notice when price came over to help you, shooing your hands away so he could get the broom. you just couldn’t. couldn’t take him trying to be so helpful. you fell back, probably sitting on pieces of glass— just too hurt in other places to care.

his apologies meant nothing when all you could cry out was why? why did he have to do this to you? why couldn’t he have just left you alone. hurt even more when he still has the guts to call you his baby, daring to put his arms around your hunched frame. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him still. heart still melted when he rocked you back and forth,

“m’ here, sweet girl, not going anywhere”

which was all but a lie. john wasn’t yours, didn’t know how long for, couldn’t place it in your mind when you two stopped being so in love. you didn’t know when john had changed. wanted to be his girl again, didn’t care how many other girls there were— just as long as he came home. you thought maybe you could live like that, but john couldn’t.

“just stay tonight, please, all you have to do is stay…” you begged, head hanging on his shoulder as you weeped. even through this all, price still treated you like his little baby. always doing what’s best for you. he was the only one who ever did.

“can’t, you know that. won’t be good for either of us.”

men…. may or may not be based off of true events.

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silver fox - price !!

price, who’s going a little grey, fucking you with the soul goal of getting you pregnant before he’s too old.

he’s got you folded up underneath him, legs resting on his shoulders as he took you in missionary. his favorite position. loved being able to hold you, shushing you with sloppy kisses— anything to be as close to you as possible. and he’s got a nice dad bod going on from all your home-cooking.

“gotta make sure it sticks” he’d huff in response when you complained about the position, the tip of his cock poking at your cervix. he didn’t even bother moving his hips, far too tired from a days work, too tired in general nowadays. could barely keep up with his missus.

definitely was still worried about getting you pregnant. worried about being able to keep up with the little one, or how’d they feel with such an old dad. definitely not worried about if he’d get ya pregnant, probably fuck you full with twins by tonight. wanted to pull at least two outta himself before settling down to sleep, keeping his cock in your pulsing hole all night so nothing was wasted.

i have so many thoughts about older!price being a dad… so expect a series. if u have any thoughts abt him, feed them to me, will find a way to put it into my next post. anyways— just some thoughts before bed. goodnight !!

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simon fucking his loser girlfriend and reading her fics out loud

“le’me see that” simon plucked your phone from your hands, absolutely sick over how much you were giving the little screen more attention than him. you’d been typing on the thing for hours, tucking it away from his view each time he tried to sneak a peak.

got a weird feelin’ you were cheatin, but he knew his sweet girl would never do such a thing. he played keep-away with you for a moment, holding the phone up higher than you could reach, “who ya texting anyways”

“not texting!” you reached out to grab the device, almost falling over the edge of the bed. “really don’t want me to see, huh?” your reaction only made simon wanna see more.

his eyes scanned across the screen, reading paragraph after paragraph of detailed porn. that was when he made you open your whole app of writing pieces, letting him scroll through each folder, each tab and post. saw all your followers as well.

it wasn’t long before he had you lying on your back, taking his cock as he matched his thrusts to every word he said— doing exactly what you had written down. “this really what you want, pretty girl?” “gotta crowd of people knowin’ how dirty my lovie is, almost isn’t fair”

he was jealous that random people on the internet got to see his girl’s fantasies more than he did. made sure his cock slammed into that little spot that got you screaming, one hand wrapped around both your wrists to keep them from your face, the other holding your phone up to his face. you were blushing like crazy, absolutely shamed but also a little turned on,

“you writing about how i fuck this pussy? shoulda just asked me to make some porn,”

he did you one even better by making you read it out loud so he could focus on keeping your legs spread. thumbed at your clit when you got quiet, “don’t let me stop ya, i expect you to write about this”

Wrote this bc a real smut writer uses their irl experience. only ever had 1 man know i write fic, and i do NOT talk to him anymore. 😭 wanted to make this more smutty, but im all smutted out for the day. ily all !!

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petite!reader with simon

you weren’t the most curvy girl. it was something you grew up knowing. each year passing by, hoping that the next one would bring that growth spurt you were so desperately looking for. praying for the body of a grown woman. you were insecure, to say the least. couldn’t go a day without looking at pretty girls on the street, comparing your legs to their own. full, plump and pretty.

even as a grown woman you were left disappointed. mama always said looking younger than you actually were was a good thing, but you found it to be a curse. didn’t help that you weren’t exactly the most confident with your looks, either.

it was a struggle when it came to men. wandering eyes were your greatest enemy, and you encountered it quite frequently. you didn’t have a nice plump chest, nor a round ass, even your legs felt awkward, and sex was difficult. it was hard going out with friends and only having men give them attention, slowly pushing you out of the circle, leaving you with only one option— go home.

but you always felt like this. unwanted, a second choice, not pretty enough. you didn’t even want sympathy for it, it was just something you acknowledged— lived with like a second skin. you just weren’t desirable. it didn’t hurt anymore, at least not during the day.

that was until you met simon.

you were worried at first, nervous to even take off your jacket in front of him. insecure with yourself as a whole. you didn’t believe he was real after a couple months, completely falling for him with each, casual slip of “pretty girl”. he had no clue what that did to you, especially when he slipped the word “my” in front of it.

but even then, you were still scared of getting naked with him. he wanted you, frequently whispered into your ear all the dirty things he’d do to you, groped you through your clothes whenever he could. and when the time came to finally see what you’d been hiding, simon didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.

“fuckin’ beautiful” he marveled at the way your tits bounced with each slap of his hips, cupping the small breast in his hand— squeezing until you yelped, “told ya they weren’t small, just never met a man who could play with em right”

and when he flipped you over? and got to see your thighs bunch up? couldn’t help but grab at your hip dips. pulling you back against his cock and to his chest— forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror across from the bed.

“look at yourself baby, see that?” he slammed his hips up harder, jolting your entire body, making your tits bounce again “feel that, pretty girl? is’ my cock all in your fuckin’ stomach”

made you repeat over and over again till you came that you were a pretty girl, his pretty fucking girl.

This is for the ITTY BITTY TITTIE COMMITTEE!! As a member, this was my purpose on this earth to write petite reader. bc im petite, so HA

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August Underground | könig x reader

But still, nothing was out there, not as far as you could see. Your thick muscles were still frozen in place as you picked your head down to eat out of your palm, feeling the warmth of the berries before you felt the heat of the blood.

Then came the pain.

✉️ hii everyone !! once again thank you for over 1k followers, i could kiss you all. here’s a long ask that i turned into a oneshot !! heavily inspired by the ask above AND august underground by ethel cain. this is another ask that got messed up, so i had to ss. im also still sick so definitely not my best work, but left room for a pt 2. i hope you enjoy u little freaks.

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graves but his girlfriend has a pet bird - just little thoughts <3

it was safe to say that he and that… thing, only had one thing in common. YOU were their person. both of them were overly territorially when it came to you, but only one of them won that battle at home— and it was the fucking bird.

graves wasn’t quiet either, especially at night. rough sleeper he was, constantly snoring, turning like a damn wheel so bad ya’ couldn’t even snuggle. poor girl barely got a full nights sleep. was even worse when you two were makin love, had to put a sheet over her cage because he was CONVINCED she was watching; judging him with every move. also had to turn all your stuffed animals around, but thats another convo for another day.

“don’t do birds” he’d grumble every time you tried to get the little nugget on his shoulder. she wasn’t even a fully grown parrot and he was still nervous around her. “swear she’s got somethin’ against me” “got the same attitude as her mother, just with a beak, really not lookin’ to lose a finger”

she barely let graves around you when she was out of her cage— insisting that you hold her while she screams at him every time he came near. it wasn’t until she flew over to him on her own, landing on his shoulder and picking at her feathers calmly did you know— phillip was a keeper.

had to write this bc i have a bird and its so awkward everytime i bring someone over. like oh yeah dont mind my daughter, yeah shes a bird, yeah she will shame u. just put the sheet over the cage. her bedtime is at 7:30 pls respect it.

also wrote this with her on my shoulder. so for all my bird havers, this is for u

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genuinely had to sit and think about how to add fluff to this; but then it came to me in a dream

simon really didn’t mean it, baby. really. just got too carried away with how you looked at him so fearlessly, staring down the barrel of the gun like it wasn’t nothing. turned him on real bad, cock throbbing in his combat pants. his brave girl, just like he taught you.

but then he went in for a kiss. thumb slipped against the trigger, pulling it back and setting the small firearm off. didn’t think it hit you— not until the adrenaline wore off, senses too busy calming yourself down from the loud bang. didn’t hit you all the way, just grazed past your skin, sinking into the mattress and probably lodging itself into the wooden floor beneath. leaving behind a small gash on your smooth skin.

“oh sweet’eart” simon immediately flicked the safety back on his handgun, throwing it to the bedside table so he could grab your arm, examining the surface flesh wound with furrowed brows. “holy shit, babe ya know i didn’t mean to”

the way he looked at you was so heartbreaking compared to a few minutes ago, only making you want to crawl into his lap and cry. The pain wasn’t even the worst part, it was the after effect of being so scared. making you completely still, unable to move.

“can you look at me? needs clean this up quick” simon tried to urge you, but the wave of emotions finally crashed, shock wearing off into fat tears and tremors. “my sweet girl.. i’m s’sorry”

simon was already a man of few words, so his apologies were short— replaced by soft touches on your cheek, gentle pulling at your arm to lead you to the bathroom so he could really take care of you.

hiii! this is one of the ask’s that glitched so i had to ss and answer it. sorry its so short !! ilysm chyuaru

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caught playing with yourself by mean!simon

mean!simon riley who comes home from a long, tough day on base. expecting to come home to his pretty wife, arms and legs wide open for him— ready to be manhandled and used till sunrise. just the little routine you two had agreed on. food on the table, a nice long kiss while he got to squeeze your ass— fingers traveling past your fluttering hole and to your pussy. giving it a nice squeeze from behind before slapping your ass, satisfied with himself as he sat down to eat. digging in like a damn pig who’s never had your cooking before.

but much to his disappointment, you were nowhere to be found. not in the kitchen with your cute little apron on, not in the living room watching your shows with a face mask on, and definitely not running towards him with your arms wide open— ready to take his boots off and kiss away his troubles.

simon dropped his duffel bag quite loudly, half expecting you to hear it, running to him with apologies about how you didn’t hear him— how quiet he was and that he needed to stop sneaking up. still, no pretty girl with the bouncing tits.

this time he did sneak up the stairs. moving quietly down the hallway, spying on the half open door of your shared bedroom. his palm spread out against the white wood, pushing gently so the hinges didn’t squeak, skillfully placing his feet around the most noisy floorboards.

it made sense then, why you didn’t come running for him. his eyes went to your hips first, where they were rutting against the corner of the bed, pussy spreading across the edge, showing off your dripping hole. then he looked to where the only light in the room was coming from, which was your phone— propped up on a pillow as it played probably the most dirty porn simon had seen in ages. he means the girl was just getting absolutely plowed by a group of men, covered in all sorts of liquids, face all blotchy and red as she took two cocks in her mouth.

“ya fuckin’ whore” simon didn’t bother with intimidation, didn’t bother unlacing his boots or thinking up a punishment— just went right over to where you were on the edge of the bed, veiny hands already pulling at the belt clasp. “really think ya need that shit?”

you jumped as his hands grabbed your waist, face gushing a whole new type of red— completely embarrassed. you let out a noise that sounded like it was supposed to be his name, lifting your chest up from the bed to try and escape his harsh embrace. he just grabbed you by the back of the neck, slamming you back down into the bed as he got on top of you, pulling his zipper down and letting the cold metal press against your warm pussy.

“fuckin’ disgusting, see that shit?” he reached his arm over your head to grab your phone, still playing the nasty porn, all but shoving the screen in your face as he roughly humped you with his jeans. “s’ that what you want? ta’ get mauled on by a bunch of men? that what you come on base for?”

your legs tried to squeeze together, but he had himself slotted between them. restricting any type of movement with his body on yours, dropping all his weight so you really couldn’t move.

“hopin’ you get fucked dumb while yer there?” “shoulda known that when you came rollin’ up in those tight pants, ya know the ones, with the low waist and the wide bottoms— yeah— you fuckin know” simon’s hand snaked around the front of your neck, tilting it back, whispering against your jaw as he nipped at the akin— so close you could feel his mouth moving against your cheek.

his hand struggled to pull down the hem of his boxers, letting his huge cock spill out, warm and throbbing against your clit. “want ya’ ta watch while i fuck this pretty pussy, nasty girl, then you can decide what feels better”

he made you hold the phone up to your face, jaw in his crushing fingers, unable to see as he lined the tip up with your folds. pushing past them roughly, no regard for you, making you breath past the sting of the stretch. there was no bottoming out with simon, just straight into pounding your pussy, forcing it to form around his cock— eventually taking him in so easily. your knees knocked against the mattress, limp as simon used you like a toy.

“just usin’ you how you wanted,” he spoke through gritted teeth, one hand on the bed next to your head, fisting at the sheets. other steading himself above you, wrapped around the back of your neck, using it to plunge himself deeper into your cervix. “thinkin’ about talking to the boys, show em’ a couple videos of this pussy— fuck—”

your ass and the back of your thighs were turning red from all the slapping of his hips, balls pressing solid against your pussy. “maybe they’ll think yer pretty enough to bang”

“si.. too mean..” your heart flipped in your chest, just a little twang of hurt.

“too mean? didn’t think it was too mean to watch porn when you have a husband? can’t make you cum on my own anymore? is that it?” simon worked his cock into you like it was nothing, blabbering above you without breaking a sweat. “no no, i forgot, pretty girl can’t do no wrong— can she?”

you stretched out your body underneath him, trying to pull yourself up the bed and away from simon’s assault on your lower body. but his hands were too tight, hips too heavy to get away from— cock too good.

“wan’ cum..” you babbled, bouncing against the bed with every thrust, clit only getting friction from the corner that you were pinned to.

“think you deserve it? how many times did you cum watching porn?” simon used that commanding voice that was only reserved for soldiers, scaring you ever so slightly— oh he was serious.

“don’t know…” you whispered into his fingers that were still clasped around your chin, half over your lower lip, fingers messily spread out as he really got into the movements, becoming lost in your tight pussy. weight got heaver too, body wanting so badly to just melt into yours— becoming one forever.

“the truth, dirty girl” his voice trembled in his throat, cheat practically vibrating, not able to help the small string of curse’s and groans that came with being so deeply buried in you. wanted to ask if you could feel it poking at your insides, rearranging them in some weird manner— but he knew you could.

“four! just four..” you squealed out when he snapped his hips harder, tip poking at your stomach weirdly, already being pressed flat against the bed made it even weirder. made your whole body tighter. easy to mount and breed.

“then that’s how many i’m makin’ ya pull outta me,” he smirked, “ya ain’t comin tonight, girl”

holy shit idk where this came from. anyways i miss u guys!! getting to my ask’s i pinky promise. wrote this while watching twin peaks btw.

love reading ur comments and silly asks!! cod fandom is fr my fav— just the tumblr part tho. Ao3 and tik tok is…. Questionable.

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price comforts you after getting cheated on - pt 2

warning; fluff and smut, breeding kink, crying during sex, kinda possessive price, lots of praising

“eyes on me, pretty girl”

price held your face with both of his large, war-torn hands, forehead glued to yours with sweat. he tried his best to rub away the tears that fell down your face, kissing at the corners of your eyes, humping his cock into you so gently. trying so desperately to show you how you should be loved.

the sting in your chest was replaced with a sudden fullness, having to basically breath around price’s thick cock as it slowly plunged into you. even now you still felt ashamed being in front of him naked, all but your heart completely exposed.

“just me, okay? nothing else to think about” his nose rubbed against yours, lips hovering above your own— brushing up against them, teasing a kiss. “you’re here with me baby, my only girl, made for me to love”

your heart was practically melting out of your chest now, tears falling down your face freely as you keened— heart hurting. you moved your face in closer, desperate for a kiss during sex— something your ex never did. just wanted to feel loved, special, maybe even adored.

“my sweet little thing,” price cooed, locking your lips against his in a warm kiss. his hips still moved at an achingly slow pace, dragging heavily against your folds, balls slapping against your ass— making sure to press down into your cervix with each thrust. burying himself to the hilt. wishing he could fuck both holes, fill you up with his love from both ends.

“gon’ let me make you into a wife?” he dangled the word in front of you like a piece of meat, a promise he could provide, stay with you through it all, take care of you just like he said he would, “give me a couple kids too? keep you barefoot and pregnant all the time”

the thought was enough to make your stomach coil, orgasm building up like a storm, everything in your body feeling tense and ready to release— every emotion reaching it’s breaking point.

“John— gon’ cum..” your back arched off the bed, arms wrapping around him in a hug— which price was quick to return. holding you so tight to him, anchoring himself to your body, hoping you felt as safe as he did in your arms.

“cum for me sweet girl, wanna hear you sing” price’s pace picked up, lube and the wetness from your pussy mixing together to make a mess on his balls. “gonna cum with you, alright darlin? gettin’ so close, just keep clinging to me like that… fuck pretty girl”

he was close; pace picking up, thrusts becoming desperate and sloppy, his hand removed itself from around you, traveling down to your clit in an attempt to hear your moans louder. you were focusing on your orgasm, eyes shut tight, toes curling behind price. you held your breath when it came, clinging tighter to price as your head hid in his neck.

price wasn’t too fat behind you, painting your insides with his seed, pressing his balls flush against your clammy skin. you felt his cum bury itself inside you, making you full and content— warm with price’s love.

still couldn’t help the sob that wrecked through your body, making you shake, shoulders trembling under price. “why the tears?” he whispered, still deep inside you— making sure whatever was inside you stayed and took. he was serious about making you his little wife, knew you’d be the perfect mama.

you shrugged. this was probably the best sex of your life— probably the first time you came around a cock without having to satisfy yourself. he really took care of you, made you feel all mushy inside, lightheaded with love. his cock still inside you was proof, the fact he was still here— holding you as you cried, willing to wait, willing to love.

Irl men suck, i wish Johnathan Price was real.

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arguing to fucking - mean!könig

warnings ; german joke, german language, slight dubcon, hair pulling, 18+, smut, slight breeding kink, hyperspermia

it had started with a stupid comment about his nationality. you both were arguing about american foods, about how könig thought this place had no culture of its own, and much— much more. he thought it was funny, but even though you had your own problems with your country, it didn’t mean you liked lies and propaganda to be spread. ESPECIALLY about the culture.

“yeah? well you’re fucking german!”

you didn’t even register what you said, just said the first thing on your tongue. könig made it a point the moment you two started dating that he was austrian. not german.

two separate things. and he genuinely takes offense to it, even if the language is the same. he turned to you, stone wall of a body moving in one quick step, neck tilted like he didn’t quite hear you right, “say that again?”

he made you pay for your insolence, grabbing you by the hair— balling it up in his fist to drag you over to the kitchen table. not enough to cause extreme pain, but enough to tug at your roots, urging your feet to follow.

“wieder?” könig had you bent over the table, elbow digging into the middle of your back as he kept that same grip on your hair. his voice was steady, low and vibrating in your ears.

“didn’t mean it like that…” you tried to whimper out, legs kicking the table, wanting to get out from under him— but the wetness gathering in your panties said otherwise. it was like he could smell it leaking out of you, groping at your puffy pussy with a rough hand, giving it a good squeeze before gathering his fist in the hem of your pants. he pulled them down in one quick pull, letting the tight material bunch up at your thighs— keeping them together.

könig pulled the thin fabric of your panties down, putting your pussy and ass on full display.

“sollte dich immer so haben” he spoke through gritted teeth and jutted his elbow into your spine, a warning, a command not to move from this position. in the dead silence of your shared house, you could hear the metal clicking of könig’s belt, shivers running through your body when you heard the sound of it being whipped out of his belt loops. “Du lernst es einfach nie, oder?”

“Ihnen beibringen, woher Ihre Kinder kommen werden” the tip of his cock forced itself past your tight folds, struggling to fit into the awkward position— wishing to just spread your legs. “Vielleicht hörst du dann zu.”

“I don’t even know what you’re saying!” you cried out in genuine confusion, choking up as könig reached your cervix, threatening to go further if given the room.

“mein armes Mädchen” he was breathless as he bottomed out, thickly calloused hands coming to rest on your hips— using them as an anchor. “Du wirst nicht mehr so viel weinen, wenn ich fertig bin.”

he dragged his cock back, making you feel every curve and vein against your slick walls, hissing when your warmth refused to let him move. “Scheiße, Mädchen” your pussy looked absolutely divine from the back, clinging to him, both holes fluttering from the intrusion.

there was no sympathy for your poor pussy. he immediately started drilling into you, rocking your body against the table, making the legs squeak on the floor. all you could do was press your lips together and take deep breaths, suppressing your moans. könig always hurt a bit when he got carried away. he didn’t even care when he pulled your first orgasm, simply fucking around your pitiful liquid— nothing compared to his thick cum.

he spread his legs wider, pulling you back to meet him halfway, finally giving up with the position— you were too fucking short for it. könig wrapped one thick forearm around your abdomen, lifting you up higher onto the table, keeping your ass up and face smooshed to the wood. “com’on baby, talk to me”

“c-can’t take it anymor-” a harsh slap to your ass made you cry out instead of finishing your sentence, feeling his hand immediately grab at the flesh, pulling your cheeks apart, thumbing dangerously close to your other hole. “in deutsch, stupid girl”

“ja, herr” you mumbled out, speaking in the only german words you could remember. eyes starting to close as könig continued his assault on your pussy, making it and the back of your thighs turn all red. when he did finally cum, you could feel it fill your womb, oozing around his cock and dribbling down your pussy— no doubt already taking. sure to be round with his kids soon. his austrian kids.

just a little funny smutty blurb thing idk :b came to me while i was at the ethel cain concert !! actual convo i had w my german friend once just not the uh pure smut

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