HEHEHHEEHHEHEHEH CREDITS TO @evilgwrl

HEHEHHEEHHEHEHEH CREDITS TO @evilgwrl

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ evilgwrl presents:

Poly!141

The Masterlist

MDNI

Series:

Immune (Apocalypse!AU):

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

Drabbles for Immune:

Riding Lessons w/ Soap

Drabbles:

Undercover (Requested)

What Kinks?

What Kinks? (2)

Their Fave Part of your Body

Intrigued (Requested)

Want more?

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

König

Captain John Price

need.

pregnant!assistant reader who suddenly finds her boss and his team moving into her home, Price immediately upping the security system and locks around the house

Simon starts on the nursery, letting you sit in the nice big rocking chair you picked out, bossing him around on how you want the walls painted

Kyle and Johnny start working on baby proofing until your house is the safest place a baby could be, and you still had 7 months till they were here

Kyle would be the most willing to go out to the shops when late night cravings hit, it also makes him your favorite for the next 24 hours because “he was sweet enough to go get my pickles!”

“pretty you have two other jars-“

“i wanted SPICY pickles John!”

however these men are total messes when it comes to the hormones, the first time you burst into tears, crying about “simon raising his voice at you”, all he had done was scold you for trying to use the stepladder

giggles. working at a gloryhole now.

would you ever do a gloryh*le type thing where Simon or Konig visit and its readers first time working there and he decides that she’s his. i saw a video after the guy was done he kissed her legs sweetly then gave her some money. I thought it was cute.

awww i like this. quick drabble, but maybe i’ll do a full one shot later ;)

mdni, glory hole type situation, unprotected sex, creampie

könig would just stare at how pretty you look, bent over and arched so nicely. his large hands would trace over your ass and he’d get rock solid just hearing your sweet little whimpers from behind the wall. wouldn’t be able to help himself from spreading your cheeks and running his thick, gloved fingers through your sticky folds.

you whine and whimper when he sinks two fingers inside you, the stretch burning you, but you don’t care when he curls those same fingers and hits that spongy spot inside you till you’re squirting on his hand and he’s muttering pretty praises to you in german.

pushing his cock inside—fuck, he’s massive—your pussy squelching and sucking him inside. you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock, savoring the way he moans and grips your waist as he sheaths himself inside you.

begins fucking you slowly at first, but your pussy feels so good that he can’t help but start to pound into you. and when he hits that spot inside you that makes your toes curl, you’re coming on his cock, clamping down on him so hard that könig’s afraid you’ll push him out of you. his tip kisses your cervix so deliciously that it makes your legs tremble.

when he comes, he comes inside that needy cunt. it’s his cunt, after all. that’s what he’s decided as his cock throbs and he empties load after load into your waiting womb. after pulling out of you and cleaning you up like the gentleman he is, he’ll leave you a couple hundreds and his phone number, kissing your back sweetly and muttering that you’re his, and he wants to be the one to take care of you.

and of course you call him—how could you not after an encounter like that?

gives more könig tbh

someone said i give toji vibes, do i?

HELP I GIGGLED

Y/N: Why doesn't Simon find me sexy when I bite my lip Soap: Well what do you look like when you bite your lip? Y/N: *bites lip* Soap:...have you ever considered biting your lower lip?

GUYS GUYS GUYS STOP IT I OFFICIALLY LOVE THIS WRITER.

idk just thinking about seeing your lieutenant for the first time, this big giant dog of a man, and thinking to yourself, "hmmm yeah, i'm gonna make that thing mine." (18+)

like. i'm thinking about seeing him walk into the room for the first time. fresh off an op, still in all his gear. he's angry cause he's been awake off and on for 40 hours at this point, and he sinks down into a chair in the mess hall, and your eyes bug cause the chair fucking bends with his weight.

and you're just like "omg omg omg holy shit" cause this fucking brute is just huge and beefy, and you had no idea this was your type until you watched his hand curl around a cup and make it look miniature. and you're wondering like "fuck i bet those holsters are custom made" cause you don't think you've ever seen them stretch that far around someone's thigh.

ughghghghgh, and he's dumb as shit, too, or maybe he's just fucking blind. you give him every hint in the book, every indication of how you feel other than pasting a giant neon sign on your forehead that says "fuck me."

you wear the tightest cargo pants you can get. you let the buttons on your shirts go low whenever he's near. you make excuses to see him late, delivering him paperwork in the middle of the night, meeting him out for a smoke (and he's never seen you smoke anything), shuffling your way in front of him in line so you can bump into him and graze your ass against his front. he even catches you this way--even curls his hand around your waist and steadies you before letting you go impatiently.

fuck, bending over in front of him, the obnoxious giggling, the excuses to dangle your tits in his face. you want this man underneath you, on top of you, tangled around you and suffocating you with those enormous arms, and he barely side-glances at you whenever you're in his vicinity, and it's infuriating.

what do you have to do to reel this thing in? how many bones do you have to give him?

how many times do i have to flash my bra at you for you to fuck me over your desk?!

you can't eat another cherry in front of him. you can't drop more sauce onto your cleavage. you cannot come out of the showers in just a towel in front of him anymore because you're going to lose your fucking mind--

you even made out with his beloved little sergeant, his favorite little know-it-all that can't stop blowing shit up. that blue-eyed, insufferable, yapper of a scot that kisses all wet, with teeth, who pants like a puppy when he asks if he can 'ave a taste of y'r bonnie cunt, please, please, please--

and you say yes, because maybe he'll finally fucking shut up if you drown him between your thighs and never let him come up for air.

face down, ass up, cargos around your ankles, hips pushing past against that puppy's stubble as he devours you on his knees. his big hands spread your ass for him, and his thumbs flick over your folds as he opens you up, a cackle leaving him before he opens his mouth wide and kisses your pussy all sloppy and uncoordinated.

when the door swings open and hits the wall with a bang, the puppy tries to leave. he tries to move, but you reach back and grip his mohawk, scowling as you shove his face back where it belongs as your lieutenant stands at the door and heaves with anger.

"uh uh," you snap, and your sergeant on his knees whines, his blue eyes a little foggy and wet as he blinks up at you. but he complies, his tongue slurping, and you flutter your lashes at your lieutenant as you keep johnny muzzled in your cunt. "sorry, lieutenant. is this your office? must've read the sign wrong."

you reel from the contact. a big hand grips you by the hair, slamming you down against his desk, and you choke as you try and gasp for air. like a good boy, johnny settles where he is, shoving his tongue down your hole and moaning low when he realizes you're dripping down his chin now that his lieutenant has you.

"y'think this is funny, eh?" ghost mutters in your ear. "y'think i don't know wot y'r doin'? think i 'aven't caught on, think i 'aven't noticed wot a fuckin' insatiable bloody pain in my arse you've been ever since y'got 'ere?!"

you whimper, relaxing against the desk, and ghost tugs at your hair again, shaking his head.

"oi! y'don't get to be stupid just because y'r gettin' y'r cunny played with," ghost snaps. "y'r a right headache."

you laugh, getting up to your elbows, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as ghost scruffs johnny by the base of his mohawk and cups your pussy with one big hand. you gasp, leaning your head back, because finally, yes, it's all i want, please, please, please--

"'f you wanted to be my pet so bad," ghost murmurs, fitting himself behind you, leaning over your shoulder as he spits into your ear, "all ya had to do was fuckin' ask, swee'eart."

when your eyes open, ghost hums, clicking his tongue under the mask.

"use y'r words," he growls. "be a good girl, and say wot it is y'want."

"want you," you whine, and he sighs deeply, closing his eyes, and you drown out the sounds of johnny sputtering at your feet as ghost bends you at the hip a little more, arching your back.

"mmm...tha'sit. was tha' so hard?"