We Hit 1k!! So As A Thank You For All Your Support, Im Gonna Treat You All To Some Writing! (I Will Also

We hit 1k!! So as a thank you for all your support, I’m gonna treat you all to some writing! (I will also get through my inbox, I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t had time 😭)

Flower Shop

Pick a flower that symbolizes a prompt and choose a character to go with it

🌻- "Grump X Sunshine" 🌹- "Smut (Add an ask)" 🥀- "Unrequited Love" 🌷- "Morning After" 💐- "Pen Pals"

Please tell us you have some thoughts on enemy!ghost hate fucking reader

love ur work so much wish I could pick ur brain (endearing)

please pick my brain🙏

hate is passion, so that means hate sex is full of passion. I mean - it takes a lot out of a person to hate someone else! Sooo, Simon hate fucking you after seeing that you almost got shot- OOOFFF

this man would be rutting into you from behind, fisting your hair in his right hand while his left is around your throat, pulling you back into him. He’s fucking into you like he’s trying to drill a hole through you. Of course, you’re an absolute mess, cum dripping down your thighs, sweat lightly gracing your skin, and that intoxicating blush that litters your cheeks.

"This is all you’re good for, just a hole for me to fuck. Bein’ all useless out on field, can’t fucking keep yourself safe. Stupid little girl." The things he’s saying to you as he brings you closer to your climax makes you insane! You can hear his low and guttural grunts as his thrusts begin to become sloppy. He was close. With a few more thrusts and the feeling of the chub at the bottom of his abdomen slapping against your lower back and ass drives you over the edge.

he isn’t very keen on giving you aftercare after. He pulls on his uniform once again as you laid on the bed naked and shivering. He would catch glances at you, unmoving and silent, once fully dressed though, he would crouch on the foot beside your bed. He gripped your jaw tightly making you look at him. “Never put yourself in a position like that again.”

when he left, you felt alone. But there was an odd feeling…his words, the way he fucked you…there was passion. And passion was a dangerous thing, it was something that could be lost in just a few seconds.

pathetic! König is my all time favourite

like this man is laying in bed asleep with you and he wakes up in the middle of the night, whimpering and pawing at your shirt. You wake up and look at him groggily, he’s looking at you with his baby blue eyes, pulling at your shirt.

“N-need…need y’tit…” he begs quietly, pulling your shirt up.

when you pull it all the way off, he’s latched onto your nipple like a leach! He’s sucking away and biting softly, licking at your sore and abused nipples. The poor colonel couldn’t sleep unless he was sucking on your nipple. He would lazily grind his cock onto your thigh as he sucked, your hand gripping his hair, letting him know you still have the power. When his hips start to stutter, you whisper praise into his ear.

“Good boy. Such a dirty boy that needs to cum to sleep. Such a pathetic slut.”

your degrading words made him cum in his boxers, allowing you to feel the slick and white seed paint his boxers. He ended up falling asleep still sucking your nipple, he’d be in a world of punishment tomorrow for waking you up to get off and not even take care of you.

what’re you horny folk into? Hm? 🤨🤨

I really wanna write something for pathetic/sub CoD men, but my brain is dry asf😭😭

I’m on my knees begging you, please give me some ideas, I need to write for these whiny and needy men🙏🙏

husband!Simon trying to induce labour naturally with you in the hospital by fucking you nice and slow, telling you how good you are for bringing your baby into the world.

”Simon, you need to promise me you won’t get mad…” you said as you looked at him from the opposite side of the couch.

his brows furrowed as he looked at you, “Can’t promise, love.”

you nibbled your lip, picking at the skin on your cuticles before finally spitting it out. “I have a crush on someone!”

you’ve seen Simon in many ways - when he’s angry, sad, happy, horny and that beautiful look he gave you when he saw you on your wedding day, but nothing would’ve ever prepared you for the look you got when you said that. He looked like you hit his heart a thousand times. “Y’what?”

“I- I have a crush…and the problem is, I can’t stop staring and thinking he’s the most handsome guy. And when he stared back at me, I got butterflies and felt myself blush.”

He sat quietly, listening to you as you rambled on about your new crush…at least you were telling him and not cheating.

You let out a small sigh, “He makes me nervous and giddy; not nervous in a bad way, but nervous in a ‘I just want him to lean in and kiss me’ kinda way. Like, ‘Hey, my phone buzzed and I hope it’s him’ kinda way. And when I get ready to go out, I struggle to find the perfect outfit because I wanna look just right…”

that feeling of comfort he once had with you, his wife, was just fading away so easily. After all the shit that had happened to him, you were the last one he thought would do this to him. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head and walking off to the front door.

you got up and ran over to him, grabbing his arm. “Si, where are you going?” You looked at him, trying to figure out what made him upset.

“Away. Let y’have yer time with your new lad.” His voice was stern and full of venom. But it only got worse when he saw you crack a smile.

“Simon…no, lovie, I was talking about you! You’re the guy I have a crush on…and I know it’s gushy, but I feel like a teenager again every time I look at you. It’s your fault for being so handsome.” Your voice gentle as you cupped his face and pressed little butterfly kisses to his cheeks and nose.

he could do nothing but stand there dumbfounded. “Y’need t’find a better way of sayin’ shit, doll. Thought you were bout to leave me…” his voice got softer when he said that last bit.

your eyes softened, knowing how it sounded to him. You sank to your knees and pressed small kisses to his sweatpant clad thighs, earning a small groan from him. “Wha’re you doin’ love?”

“Apologizing…” you said, staring up at him through your lashes as you pulled his sweats down.