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[mrtonystark]

top sexy scenes from adrian chase

1. getting his balls electrocuted

2. the jail fight scene

[mrtonystark]

Daryl: Y/N has parasites in their brain

Rick: Huh??

Y/N: I don’t wanna bite Daryl’s biceps—-But the parasites in me want to

Rick: Uhhh…do we have to put them down?

Y/N: NO?!!!

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thinking about being the new addition to tf141. you are an asset given to laswell by the CIA, a timid little thing but your aim is always on target, and you are quiet, tech savvy, and you do as you're told. (18+, dark)

just how lieutenant riley prefers. he dwarfs you. the first time you meet, your eyes nearly come out of your head from how wide they go. he's so large, and you feel so tiny compared to him, and even though he does nothing but a disinterested once over, it is obvious to the rest of the team that you might just be his favorite.

it's most obvious in the subtle touches. when you're getting ready to jump, ghost comes up from behind and tugs on your parachute, nearly topping you over making sure it's secure. when you're getting ready in the back of the humvee, he reaches over and buckles your thigh holster for you when he notices the strap is coming loose. you nearly choke when you feel his big hand between your thighs, and you stare up at him with wide eyes when his pinkie moves up the seam of your zipper when he tugs his hand away.

and then the way he's on your six is unlike anything else. like glue, chest pressed to your back, his gloved hand squeezing your waist as he moves you every which way he pleases because you're so small to him, so easy, and he growls under his breath when he touches the curve of your hips or the fat of your ass.

maybe you might enjoy it if he wasn't so fucking awkward about it. if he didn't stare at you without blinking. if he didn't adjust his cock in his jeans right in front of you. if he didn't grip you by the back of your head, tugging you any way he wanted as if scolding a kitten using the scruff of their neck.

you think the team would notice by now--that they would step in, tell ghost to back off, but they turn a blind eye. they tolerate this behavior, and you don't know if it's because ghost is so good at his job, they don't want to, or that they are so afraid of him, they refuse to say anything.

or maybe they approve. maybe it keeps ghost at bay. maybe it keeps a lion in his den. a spider in its nest. maybe indulging ghost in his fucked form of flirting and socialization is what keeps the foundations of this team right where it needs to be--and you realize, slowly, that maybe that is why you're here.

because ghost likes them soft, and they need to put a muzzle on their dog.

so when you feel him in the dark, slipping a gloved hand under the blanket that keeps you warm at night, he is pleasantly surprised to find you awake. and even more surprised to feel your hand slipping the soft lace of your panties right into his fucking pocket.

"they teach y'that 'n basic training? how ta give y'r knickers to y'r lieutenant, eh?"

"no," you whisper, and when you meet his eyes in the dark, he looks so hungry. he's untamed, no training, he's used to getting what he wants with no resistance. you turn over in bed, and you don't get to see the way he sucks on his teeth when you let your knees fall, revealing the pretty place between your thighs, soft and puffy and wet, just waiting for a good mutt to eat her up. "but i learned other things."

"tha' right?"

"yeah," you say softly, and you turn over onto your stomach, pushing back onto your knees right in front of him. he bends, leaning over until he's pushing his masked face right into the seam of your cunt, and you grip the sheets tight when he inhales deeply, a rumble following as both of his hands grip either side of your ass and spread you open for him. you're drooling, wetting the nylon fabric, and you gasp when you feel the wet, warm muscle of his tongue suck on your folds through the mask. it's lewd, and you're wetting the material so much it sticks to the strong lines of his face, but he continues, tilting his head to the side as he laps at the pretty slick that dampens your thighs.

"what'd y'learn then, swee'eart?"

not how to fuck your lieutenant. but...you did learn to keep them happy.

"h-how to be a good girl."

and you think you feel him smile.

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Ghost discovers his size kink when he meets you. He looks down at you looking up at him. From his angle, it’s too easy to imagine you on your knees and lips around his cock, small hands gripping it much better than his big paws ever can. (bonus: you trigger his protective instincts like no other)

OMGGGGG SIMON WITH A SIZE KINK IS SO 🥴🥴

Warnings: afab! fem reader, sexual content, oral m! receiving, size kink

He loves seeing how much your tiny cunt stretches and struggles to fit his thick cock, or how both of your thighs make up one of his (he's so big and thick, even if you have big thighs, they're nothing compared to his), how perfectly your boobs fit in his hand.

He loves when he's fucking you and he's so big compared to you he can see your tummy bulge.

He loves being able to hold both your wrists with one of his, holding them high above your head, or holding both of your elbows together while he's fucking your pussy or your thighs from behind.

Every time you talk to him he has to look down at your much tinier body and he can't stop himself from getting hard, just thinking about prone-boning you, his body completely covering yours that anyone watching couldn't even tell you're under him.

When you suck him off you complain that it won't fit, and he nearly cums just from watching you struggle to take him in your sweet, tiny mouth.

"C'mon bunny, if that tight little pussy can take me, so can that pretty mouth."

You gag and cry and whine out of frustration trying to take him all but he's just so big :(

But he fucking loves it anyway. He thinks it's so hot watching you struggle to take him.

And when you bring your hand up to stroke him, needed two hands to fully wrap around it, he cums almost immediately. You're just so tiny and cute.

Manhandling you is his favorite. Playfully, or in the bedroom. When he comes home from deployment he'll pick you up in a hug, then sling you over his shoulder, giving your ass a smack.

He can throw you around so easily. He's so big and strong it doesn't matter what size you are, he's picking you up and throwing you around like a rag doll.

When he's fucking you from behind, he loves grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look up at him while he looks down at you. It just makes you look and feel that much smaller.

Ok but a standing full nelson with him? Whew! 😮‍💨 He's holding you up and fucking into you so good without a struggle you feel like you're floating.

He grips your waist and stares at how his hands almost completely wrap around them, barely inches away from doing so.

And one of his absolute personal favorites? When you come back home from a long night out and take off your heels.

You'll be talking to him, taking off your jacket and telling him about your night, and then when you take off your heels? You shrink like four inches right before his eyes. He thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen and he gets hard immediately, not being able to hide his smirk.

"What?" You ask him, noticing his shift in demeanor.

"Nothin' bunny, you're just the sweetest little thing." He says making you blush as he steps closer to you, pinching your ass making you yelp as he runs his hands up your body to cup your face for a kiss.

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Owner!Ghost with dogboy!Soap who gets puppygirl!Reader as a gift.

MDNI. 18+ ONLY

Hybrid au. Kidnapping tw, naive!reader, Fem!reader, handjobs (m/m). Ghost and Soap are a little off. Sadomasochism tw

Ghost who's had Soap ever since retiring being discharged due to injury and thought "fuck it, I need something to keep me busy", so he gets himself a retired dogboy. Nothing wrong with 'im, they just tend to cycle hybrids out after a few years of use. Any longer and they go a little wrong in the head. Something about their genetics and how they could get too into their tasks and needed human handlers on the outside.

Ghost is pretty sure the one he got is a little messed up anyway. Fine by him, the man had done his fair share of awful things, too far beyond being considered a good man anymore. At least having the mutt gave him purpose again, he was losing his mind trying to fit back in with polite society on his own. Johnny was Price's idea to get Simon out of his house, to take care of himself instead of wasting away in a bare bones cabin in the countryside. Take the dog on walks and all that, get a membership at one of those expensive city gyms that let hybrids in so they could both keep up on their training.

Johnny would bark his ear off about his time in the military, causing messes he never had to clean up and getting paid for it. And he didn't push when Simon said nothing about his own experience. And then they settled into a decent enough routine, too intimate to just be hybrid and handler, but Ghost wasn't a man who liked labels. They were just Johnny and Simon, that's all that mattered.

He got a good dog. Sure, he was a bit off, but nothing that couldn't be handled. He barked a lot, hated strangers, refused to sleep anywhere but Simon's room after the first few nights. And he was energetic, always bouncing off the walls or chasing down random animals in the woods. If he brought back something to snack on, Simon never minded, so long as he clean his own mess. Ghost wasn't above rubbing the dog's nose in the blood and mud puddle left on the kitchen floor. Good thing Johnny learned the first time.

It'd been a few years, Ghost hadn't bothered to keep track, but his silly pup was getting restless. Only after the third time coming home to Johnny humping himself stupid in the toy he'd gotten, teeth sunk into the pillows, did Simon finally take him to the vet. Trying to handle the situation himself hadn't helped, and he didn't like seeing his boy so miserable, even if he looked beautiful because of it. Simon swore Johnny never looked better than when he was desperate and on their sheets, fucking into a silicone pussy like his life depended on it and whimpering into a slobber covered pillowcase.

Everything was normal, the vet said, a waste of £150. It's actually a good thing, they told him, means he's healthy and happy enough to breed and is having ruts. Gave him three options: have Johnny fixed, let the mutt handle it himself every time, or get him someone to play with. Simon was offended at the idea of getting his pup snipped, immediately shutting the thought down. But he couldn't keep watching Soap sob and beg, pleading for something Simon didn't have. He held Johnny in his arms each but after that, making sure to stroke his needy pup through every orgasm needed with a hand around his neck for stability.

Johnny was a good dog, Simon relented. Never once bit without being told and made sure to moan nice and loud whenever he was hit. He deserved a treat.

So Simon did his research, went to all the shelters and breeders and even searched the parks for a new treat for his boy. Nobody was good enough, he thought, until he found you. Soft, sweet, and so, so innocent. You didn't hesitate to take his hand when he offered you a treat and some ear scratches, wandering away from your old owner and right into his truck.

You ate the special biscuits he gave you and fell asleep with a dopey smile on your face, so happy when he told you he was gonna take you home and introduce you to his puppy.

Johnny was at the door like always, waiting on his knees at the time Simon said he'd be home. He was anxious and confused today, able to smell you from outside as soon as Ghost pulled up. You smelled so good, but he hated the idea of Simon bringing another dog home. Was he not enough? He'd been so good, why would his master need another pup?

"Settle, mutt." Simon huffed as soon as he heard Johnny's whine, the hybrid kneeling obediently at the door with his ears tucked back. "Stop the damn whining. Got you somethin'." He huffed, shifting you in his arms.

Johnny scooted closer, staying on the ground and sniffing at you cautiously. One of Ghost's massive hands laced into a well maintained mohawk, tugging tight until he calmed down. The pain grounded him, a reminder that Simon was there, that he wasn't being replaced. "Fer me?" Johnny asked, taking another deep inhale along the skin of your thigh where is dangled over Simon's arm.

Ghost hummed, the sound pulling another whine from Johnny's throat. "Smells s'good." He whispered, eyes dilating as he crawled closer. "She's pure bonnie, Sir."

Straddling Simon's boot, rutting mindlessly against his shin while taking in deep huffs of your skin, Johnny couldn't wait to play with you.

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Y/n: Do you ever feel bugs on you when there aren’t any?

Rick: Those are the ghosts of all the bugs you’ve killed.

Y/n: …….

Daryl: Look what you did, you scared them. Stupid idiot.

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daddy issue? I LOVE DADDY ISSUES 🫶❤️

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hear me out?

training days with ghost were always the hardest. you came in with despair written across your face, shoulders slumped with exactly what you knew was comin for you.

ghost was hard, hard on you, hard on everyone. but so were those meaty, thick ass mf thighs of his. built like boulders, muscles jacked like stone.

his ankles locked over your chest, thighs wrappin tight around the width of your closing throat. you could feel the muscles flex as he pulled your tighter, your air restrictive n lungs stuttering through deep breaths.

your nails coiled deep through his joggers, back arching off the training mat as your panties turned into nothing but a soiled, slick mess.

“you wanna breathe, huh?” he taunted, laughing down out you, voice nothing but a breathless rasp. “fuckin fight for it, seem’in like you’re giving up on me.”

n you were with the way you could feel the soft bulge of his dick tucked away in his sweats at the back of your head. with the way his fatty thighs squeezed at your skull with dizzying force. fucckkkkk.

n with a couple pats against his calf he was loosening up watching as you struggled through deep breaths. breasts rising and falling quickly as you stayed put between his legs, a softness slowly thickening under your head.

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(lil for funzies thing)

"Hypothetically speaking-"

A few groans ring out from the truck, currently on its nineteenth hour of driving, Price and Simon in the front (The captain was driving for obvious reasons) You and Kyle were in the middle while Johnny had the back to himself. You perk up to Johnnys words and turn your head back to the scot, who laid on the line of chairs, "I wanna hear." "No, Tink, don't humor 'm." Simon grumbled from the front, which only egged Johnny on more.

"Okay, so hypothetically 'ight, wha' if we were a family? Ike you'd be the mum, Price would-"

"No. I'm the sister or somethin I am not marrying the captain," You laugh out and then you see Price staring at you from the rear veiw mirror, "I mean- you're quite a catch sir, I'm just taken."

Oops.

"WHOA?"

"SINCE WHEN???" Kyle looked up from his book and to you, eyes wide.

"TINK'S GO' A MAN?"

"or woman." Simon replied dully, not giving it any attention,

You sit in your seat, still for a moment, starring daggers at your boyfriend, who was now very content with himself in the front seat after his little remark. Then you clear your throat, "It's actually none of y'alls business."

"But-" "No. I'll be mom an Capatin can be dad if it'll make you shut up, Suds."

Silence and then a happy nod, "Okay! An'way-"

(annnnyway that's it <3)

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[mrtonystark]

I viscerally need older bf!Simon to help with sorting out (aka deleting) any and all unsolicited nudes you might get. I just. Constantly think abt this (not just w Simon, in general bc when I had other socials me and whoever I was w at the time would do this lol) and just.

I think he'd be so bamboozled at first esp if it was before the Nudes and Nut Videos With Sound talks.

"eugh another dick pic end me rn"

"wot"

Y'know????

It's late and I'm tired but I just. Wanted to share lol lov u Cosmos 💜💜

i can see domesticity between you and your older bf!simon where you’re both sat on the couch, he’s watching football and you’re scrolling through your phone.

he practically hears you scrunch your nose up and he’s asking “what’s wrong” in the form of a grunt as his hand rubs gentle circles into your legs resting in his lap.

“some loser sending me pictures of their penis”

that gets his attention, because he’d show you his whenever you like- why do you need pictures of someone else’s?

he silently reaches over and takes your phone from you, squinting as he looks at the photo. terrible shot, looks like the guys holding a soft little yam in his palm.

“why’d he send you that?”

you snorted, shifting your legs so you could cuddle into his side and look at it with him. right as you were about to enlighten him, another message came through.

“your turn ;)”

both you and simon shuddered at the same moment, your face turning down in a grimace. you scrolled up in the chat so he could see the deluge of messages this weirdo had sent you to no reaction.

“because i wouldn’t respond”

simon doesn’t get nudes, he doesn’t get why you’d send pictures when you could just have the real thing? but thats also what he doesn’t get.

people that send unsolicited pictures of their weird little penis can’t get the real thing.

passing the phone back to you, simon lifted his arm so he could wrap it around your waist as he pulled you in closer.

“y’could send him back one bigger n’see how he likes it”

it caught you off guard and you were in the midst of your fit of giggles before you stopped and looked up at him, starry eyed.

“wait, actually-“

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venezia cruz

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i broke up with my boyfirend, felt like the right thing to do, i had to do it by text message cause of time difference, he’s in Japan atm and still hasnt looked at the message, i wanted to explain to him as well as I could why i want to break up and not just be like ”i wanna break up, bye”

#mrtonystark #personal #morgan talks #breakup

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soap: i want to be a caterpillar

gaz: explain.

soap: eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful

gaz: you know that they have a lifespan of like two weeks right?

soap: even better

ghost: JOHNNY NO-

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The way Price shoves this person to safety 😭😭

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Ghost, interrogating someone for answers : I know over 200 ways to kill a man.

Ghost : So you better—

Y/N : You could glue an open jar filled with rats to his face, then blow torch to the other side of the jar. So the rats have no choice but to eat their way out through his face :3

Ghost : . . .

Ghost : Two hundred and one.

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You: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Izzy: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

You: I—

You: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.