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NSFW ABC - König Edition

I am all for this fucking bandwagon, and I am jumping right up on it with some smut about our favourite Austrian giant, König!

This posts contains heavy smut elements, so minors stay away!

If you like this and want more, I already have nsfw alphabets about Soap, Alejandro, Gaz and Ghost in the works, so don't you worry!

Let me know what you think, and enjoy!

warnings: senseless smut, könig is kinda obsessed, tried to keep it genderneutral but female anatomy might be hinted at, mentions of throatfucking (könig might be bi tbh), longer than it needs to be

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Needs reassurance that he didn't go too far, that he didn't hurt you and that you want him to stay. He's bigger than above average, and while he tries to control himself, he sometimes loses himself in the heat of the moment, and the heat of you.

Has a tendency to overstimulate you without intending to, and can grip you a bit tighter than he means to, so he spends some time kissing any bruises he can find as if to say sorry, and massages any sore muscles that might be making themselves known when the high is wearing off. He'll happily carry you into the shower and help you wash off, careful not to rub any areas that might be sore or sensitive (anymore than he has to, at least). You might need to convince him if you want to massage him too, because lord knows he needs to be taken care of as well, but if you get the chance to, he'll probably fall asleep in minutes.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

With his anxiety and experience with getting relentlessly bullied when younger, his perception of his body is a bit skewed. He's trained to be a soldier; his body is meant for fighting and killing. While acutely aware of his own size, he has never really taken the time to actually take a proper look at his body for anything other than to check for wounds and scars, and even though he has received a number of compliments in his adult years and enjoyed them, the concept of being confident solely in his physical appearance is a bit foreign to him.

With you, however, he has indeed found himself some appreciation for his body - you shower him with compliments any chance you get, but he has specifically grown a new fondness of his hands. He loves the way your skin feels under his palms, how you sigh and shiver and moan when he finds all the right spots, loves squeezing at your softer parts and seeing the flesh bulb out between his fingers.

Speaking of softer parts, while there is probably not a single millimeter of your body that he doesn't want to lay all of his love onto, he must admit that he has a specific weakness for your chest and thighs. Even if you don't have big breasts, he still loves to run his hands and mouth over them, making circles over your nipples with his thumbs and tongue. As for your thighs, he will sometimes spend an extended amount of time doing nothing but stroking, kissing, licking, sucking and biting them. He doesn't move to eat you out (although it will more often than not lead to that), he's not doing it to tease you, but there's just something about the softness and the warmth that has him lose track of time. Loves the way they squeeze together around his hand or head or hips when you cum, and will sometimes make you cum for the sole reason of watching them quiver.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

This is actually something that used to embarrass him to no end before he got with you, because he cums quite a lot. He makes a mess and he doesn't like it. The first time you had sex without a condom, he had you on your back, holding the back of your knees to keep your legs spread. He intended to pull out to stop himself from coming, because it was happening quicker than he anticipated and he wanted this to last, but to no avail. He came all over your hole, and at the twitch of his cock, a couple of spurts shot up along your torso, leaving trails from your pubic mound all the way up to your neck.

He apologized profusely, on the verge of tears because he thought that he had ruined everything, that you'd be disgusted, but when you ran a finger through it and brought it to your mouth to taste, his brain short circuited and he almost came again from the sight alone. Nowadays he takes it upon himself to lick it off of your body, or from between your legs after he's watched it leak out, only to then crawl back up to your face and kiss you deeply to share the taste.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He had woken up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, nothing crazy. But when he came back to bed, you had shifted in your sleep. The cover had slipped off of you, you were naked and your legs were spread. There were hickeys forming along the inside of your thighs, and he could tell that there was still some stickiness left from your prior session.

The more timid side of him told him to just tuck you in and go back to sleep, but he couldn't look away. As if in a trance, he knelt down on the mattress at the foot of the bed and stared, feeling himself get hard. He wanted to dive in, but you were sleeping and he didn't want to disturb your peace, and as if on autopilot, he wrapped his hand around his dick, pumping it to nothing but the sight of you. He got close embarrassingly fast, leaning his weight forward on one hand and gripping the sheets, as if to get closer while also keeping himself at bay, biting his lip to keep quiet, salivating.

He quickly realized the mess he'd make if he came now, so he rushed back out into the bathroom and stepped into the shower where his cum could easily be rinsed down the drain. When he came back, you'd rolled over on your side and snuggled into the sheets. He still hasn't told you and it still pains him, because he hates keeping secrets from you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

Contrary to popular belief, not a virgin. At least not to the full extent. Has had both men and women offer to help him blow off some steam when his adrenaline is still running high, and has taken some of them up on that offer. Never actual sex though; any time that he has actually snuck off with someone, they've usually gotten down on their knees and offered their hands or throats to him.

He may or may not have had a dick or two in his own mouth before - they're oftentimes much smaller than he is, and he's never really had any trouble taking them.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Might not have one single specific favourite, but has learned to enjoy the way he completely covers you when he has you underneath him, because it makes him feel like he's protecting you, regardless of if he's fucking you in missionary or if you're lying face down, ass up. Likes leaning over you as closely as he can, and often pushes your knees up to your chest or angling himself in an attempt to get deeper into you. Sometimes, when he's starting to lose himself, he'll fall over a bit and bury his face in the pillow next to your head and moan almost helplessly into the fabric. It would make you smile if you weren't usually right there on that edge with him.

Also loves it when you get on top to ride him, because he gets to watch you from a whole new angle. He'll happily sit back and let you pick the pace, watching you fuck yourself on him with an awed gleam in his eyes. He'll be happy to have you either way.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

Tends to be a bit more serious due to his nerves, but your sex life is not without it's funny moments, like when you knock your heads together or fumble with the belt, or nearly fall over when trying to take your clothes off. He ran his hand over your waist in a way that tickled you once, and when you giggled he couldn't bring himself to stop, a beaming grin on his face as he told you to make that sound again. Every now and again, you'll tickle each other, even when he's balls deep, just because it gives a sort of domestic reprieve in what can sometimes be an overwhelmingly hot and heavy moment.

The two of you have also laughed yourselves into a tummyache a number of times, usually because of something that caught both of you completely off guard, like the time you broke a small cot that belonged to someone else. He was petrified at first, but once you'd started giggling, he couldn't keep it together. Eventually you both had reached full belly laugh, and you both just laughed for a long while before he eventually gathered his senses, buried his face in the skin of your neck, and with another chuckle he pulled you into him and started fucking you again, the sound of your laugh still hanging around the edges of your surprised moans.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

Doesn't actually have a whole lot of hair. It's thick, and enough to cover his pubic mound, curly and dark, but it's not like an absolute jungle. Prides himself on his personal hygiene and might go for a trim if he ever feels like he needs to. Has a happy trail that you love running fingers and kisses along, making his legs feel like jelly every time.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Holds you close, like he wants to sinks into your very skin and stay there forever. Strokes your cheek, looks you deep in the eyes and has a deep red shade spread over his cheeks when he tells you he loves you. He will probably be on the verge of tears if you return the sentiment. He often stops moving just so he can lean in and kiss you deeply and hungrily, as if caught off guard by a sudden and intense desire for it.

He's also really big on nonsexual intimacy, loving to stand in the shower with you with no other purpose but for you to mutually care for each other, or just resting his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat as you stroke his hair.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He wants to save himself as much as he can for you, but when deployed and sent somewhere far away from you, he can't help himself. He always goes out on his mission with a laser-like focus, but every now and then, on the calmer nights, he can't stop the thoughts about you, about how much he misses you and how he wants nothing more but have you in his arms again, and once these thoughts have turned to the more unsavoury side, he needs to find somewhere private to relieve himself, lest someone on his team notices what's on his mind.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

While he at times can enjoy the sheer size difference between the two of you and how he can use it in the bedroom, it wouldn't be to the point of a kink. You suspect he might have somewhat of an oral obsession however, considering how keen he is on keeping his mouth and tongue on you.

Surprisingly likes it when you tie him up, even though he acts like could positively die if he doesn't get to touch you. Will praise you endlessly, and you think he's about to ascend to some other realm if you praise him as well.

He also catches you off guard when you're out in public and he leans in to whisper that he wants to find some hidden spot somewhere and eat you out. Likes overstimulation, both for you and for himself. He likes being overstimulated because he wants nothing but to be good for you and because he feels almost like a new man afterwards. When he overstimulates you, however, it's usually because he can't bring himself to stop once you've started cumming.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Somewhat into semi-public stuff, although he still wants to make sure that no one will see you. Other than that, your very own bed is where he likes it the most. Isn't adverse to fucking you on pretty much every other surface in your home, though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Anything you do with any sort of sexual intention will have him melting into an absolute puddle. If you asked, he'd be on his knees for you before you'd even completed the sentence. If you simply tugged at his clothes, he'd have undressed himself in the blink of an eye. He's incredibly attuned to you whenever you're nearby and he's ready to throw himself at you at any chance he can get. Be kind to him. He can only handle so much before he breaks.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

He will never, by any means whatsoever, ever hurt you or degrade you, or do anything that even closely relates to it. Not even to save his own life. The bruises he unintentionally leaves on you from time to time already stress him out enough as is, even if you tell him you don't mind them and that they barely even hurt. If you tell him that you want him to inflict some pain on you or degrade you, he'd flat out refuse. Even as a soldier, it goes against every grain of his very nature to hurt someone he loves. If he ever truly did hurt you, he'd never forgive himself.

Doesn't want to be hurt or degraded either - reminds him too much of his childhood. Any other bodily fluids outside of what usually comes with having sex is also an absolute no-go.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Believe it or not, but König doesn't really like recieving blowjobs. He's big, and quite a bit more than just a mouthful, and usually when anyone tries to suck him off, even if they are capable of swallowing all of him down, they tend to end up scraping their teeth along the length of him and it doesn't feel good. He'd prefer a handjob in that case. That doesn't mean he doesn't like it when you use your mouth on him, though. Kiss and lick up the sides, tease the ridge just under the helmet, suck on the head and tongue the slit while you work your hand up and down and he'll be crying out your name to the heavens like it's the only thing that could ever save him.

Going down on you, though, is as far as he's concerned an absolute want and need.As mentioned before, he loves the feeling of your thighs squeezing around his head, and it's also one of the few times where he actually appreciates his stature, because his hands can still easily reach the rest of your body. It's a bit too easy for him to lose himself in you, however - he tends to get "drunk" off of you and you swear it's like he forgets to breathe. Even with a tight grip of his hair, it takes you a lot to pull him away from you, and when you do, he sucks in a deep lungful of air, only to try and get his mouth back on you. If you by some miracle manage to hold him off, he'll start whining, and between the lust and overstimulation, you rarely have enough strength to actually hang on for long.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Surprisingly soft, even when he's fucking you senselessly. Never slams into you, no. Tends to start off slow, to make sure he's warmed you up enough, but picks up the pace once you start begging him to. Keeps a steady, heavy pace, and even though he doesn't necessarily fuck you hard, you feel like every thrust drives the air out of you.

Once he gets close, however, he picks up speed and strength, almost reminding you of a human jackhammer. When he cums, he pushes himself as deep into you as he can, staying there while you feel his cock pulse, and waits only a moment before he begins to grind his hips into you, relishing in the sensitivity as he pumps you full.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

He would prefer to take his time with you; he needs to warm you up and stretch you out properly before he can actually fuck you. If you are going for a quickie, it's usually because you don't have access to the safety of your home at the moment, and if you (or he, for that matter) can't wait, he'll pull you along to find a secluded place somewhere and the two of you will make a mess out of each other with your hands and mouths instead.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

As mentioned before, can go for something semi-public, but he doesn't by any means want the two of you to get caught. He's up for anything you want to try, as long as there's no risk of either of you getting hurt or as long as it isn't out of this world.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

He has finished quicker than intended at times, but if he does, he simply finds some other way to please you. Can last a good while, and you usually end up losing count of how many times you cum. He'll try to go for as long as you can, and he's kept you up at night a fair number of times.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

The idea of toys hadn't really struck him, until he asked you what you did when he was away and you decided to show him. Blushing heavily, he asked you about what they were, how you used them and if they felt good. When your response is "not as good as you," he feels like his heart skips a beat and almost needs to physically restrain himself from throwing himself over you. After much blushing and stammering, he eventually turns to you and asks if you can show him how you use them. He watches closely and learns, and it's like you've given him a whole new world to explore (and new ways to render you completely mindless). He will use the toys on you until you're practically crying for him to give you a break, even if his cock sits painfully hard in his pants.

Once you suggest that you can use them on him as well, you thought he'd throw his neck out with how fast he snapped his head towards you. You showed him things he'd never even considered, and after the first time you'd use a vibrating wand on his cock, he was sure he'd never be the same again.

You tell him about dildos and how you can use them as well, and he finds himself wondering what it would be like if you used one on him. Tends to be the one fucking you, but the idea of you fucking him (with a real dick or no) does more to him than he'd like to admit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He doesn't mean to tease, honest! He just loses himself in you, loses track of time. If you whine at him and try to scold him for it, he'll apologize breathlessly, but sometimes he can't bring himself to move on. He's just fascinated by you, smitten by you.

If you want some payback, he's not hard to tease. Will whine if you hold back, beg if you stop. If you edge him, he'll do a mix of the both, his words slurring and his languages mixing together into a near unrecognizable mess. But you usually find it in yourself to be merciful. Usually.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

Quite loud - the volume of his moans are usually on par with yours. He moans sweet things in your ears, trying to stay coherent, but it usually turns into a mess of English, German and Austrian German. Starts to ramble, and the words you are able to understand are usually somewhere along the lines of "ah, fuck, scheisse, you feel so good, ah, so fffuu-uhuh-ckinggood, I don't want to stop, I can't stop, m-my love, please, liebling, you take me so well, please don't stop now, I beg you, don't stop, I- ah!"

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

As far as blowjobs go, there's only ever been one that has been able to take all of him in their mouth - a man almost his own size that offered to go with him to the men's room back at base during some downtime right after a mission. The man had happily gotten down on his knees, opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out and let him grab him firmly by the head and throatfuck him against the stall door (König can still remember the sounds - if anyone else heard them, they never made it known). He would enthusiastically offer himself up a few more times, to the point where it almost became routine after missions. But then one day the man was gone and König just didn't see him again.

He's confessed this to you, worried that you might not want to be with him anymore, but you jokingly/not-so-jokingly suggested that maybe you should find another guy who can take him like that again, and his mind has been running wild ever since.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

He is most certainly big, definitely, however he is not wielding some sort of horsecock. Sits somewhere around 7-8 inches, thick enough to stretch you out and fill you up, but not so thick that you feel like you're about to split in half.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Wants you nearly constantly, but usually leaves you to initiate. He can only hold off for so long, however, and once he's at his whit's end, he'll start touching you, running his fingers along your arms at first, then your waist, then his hands are gripping at your hips and he's breathing heavily into your ear, whispering to you how badly he wants you, will you please let him have you?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

He will actually fall asleep rather fast if you tell him to lay with you for a bit longer before you clean up, which is why he usually declines. He wants both of you to be clean and fresh so that you don't have to deal with the icky and uncomfortable clean up that happens if you let it dry. Once clean, though, he'll happily crawl back into bed with you and either have you rest on top of him like a little blanket, or lay his head down onto your chest, and he'll be out like a light before you know it.

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There is no shame in loving with abandon. ✌️❤️

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Mein Herz 😭😭 that's so beautiful I could cry

🌼 for the big mister

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Drunk Honesty - p2 || [Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader]

Note: part 1. This is a short something.

The next morning you woke up with a terrible headache which once again proved to you that drinking simply wasn't for you. What had happened the night before was a mystery, the last thing you remembered was being in that bar with the rest of the team, drinking and talking about the mission.

How in the hell did you even get back to the hotel?

Groaning, you turned on your stomach and buried your head into the pillow. Why couldn't you just die? At least you wouldn't feel the pain. And who knew how you behaved after everything went dark in your brain? The embarrassment you were about to face made you nervous.

Suddenly you heard a knock on your door. At first you wanted to ignore it, but whoever it was, they didn't give up. So you slowly slid out of bed and stumbled there to see who wanted to talk to you so badly. When you opened the door, you found yourself face to face with Soap, who was standing there in the hallway with a strange-looking smoothie.

"I thought you might need one of these after last night," he said with a smile, handing you the plastic cup. You frowned as you took a better look at it then turned your gaze to him. "It's a hangover smoothie. I know it looks bad, it does taste bad, but it works. Trust me," he added with a smile.

Nodding, you took it from him and stepped aside. It was a sweet gesture and maybe he knew what happened before you got back. And how you even got back. "Do you wanna come in?" Soap hesitated, suddenly looking unsure of this whole visit. "Come on, I don't bite."

Finally he nodded and walked inside, stopping beside the bed with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. When you caught up, you pointed at the bed to offer him a place to sit, but he didn't move. "How much do you remember from last night?" he asked a little cautiously.

You took a deep breath through your nose then breathed out through your mouth. On a scale of one to ten, how embarrassing would it be to admit you got blackout drunk? But Soap was different than the others, he probably wouldn't judge you for it. "We were in the bar."

"And?"

"That's it," you told him, your arms opened wide as you watched him with a sheepish grin. "I have no idea how I even got back here," you added quietly.

There was a strange glint in his eyes for a second, but then he visibly pulled himself together and cleared his throat. "You remember absolutely nothing?" he tried and you shook your head in response. "Well, fuck."

His reaction confused you. It sounded as if there had been something you were supposed to remember. But what? Unsure of how to get the truth out of him, you tried to think of what to say to break the awkward moment. It was slowly suffocating you, the thick silence that fell between the two of you following your confession.

Soap opened his mouth and was just about to say something, but then he changed his mind and remained silent. Whatever it was, he clearly couldn't decide if he should bring it up or not. You raised an eyebrow in question, hoping he would finally say what he wanted but it didn't work.

"Will you finally tell me what happened? Is it bad?" you tried eventually.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For this," he said before he took a big step towards you to close the gap, then pulled you into a kiss.

Your body reacted automatically. Your arms slowly sneaked around his neck as you deepened the kiss, all of this happening without you consciously thinking about it. It felt like this wasn't the first time you did this, the whole sensation was strangely familiar. The way he buried his fingers in your hair, how his teeth tugged on your lower lip, and how your pulse quickened the moment he touched you.

Then slowly you began to remember. "You walked me back from the bar," you said when you pulled away. "I asked if you wanted to come up to my room but you said no because I was drunk," you went on.

Soap smiled and nodded. He had been right, a kiss was all you needed to remember. "Drink that smoothie then let's go get something for breakfast."

He was ready to step away from you but you didn't let him. You couldn't let him get away from you. Now that you remembered the night before, you knew you wanted him to stay. Just the two of you with no interruptions. Yes. That was it. When he gave you a questioning look, you simply shook your head and reached down to pull the shirt off over his head.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a laugh. Shaking your head, you slipped your fingers under his jeans and began to pull him towards the bed. "We're gonna miss breakfast."

"I'm not hungry," you informed him before you kissed him again and began to unbutton his jeans.

But he stopped you again. "Darling, I'm starving. And I can't perform in bed if I'm hungry," Soap told you with a smile.

Nodding, you took a step back and watched as he got dressed. "Sorry. I just--"

"It's okay," he interrupted you as he cupped your face with his hands. "I promise you'll get what you want, but we need to eat first."

He gave you a quick kiss on the lips then told you he would be waiting outside until you got dressed. It had been a while since the last time you felt like this. There was something about him that you couldn't quite put a finger on. Whatever it was, it made you grin as if you were a schoolgirl getting ready for her first date.

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Eat your words (John ‘Soap’ MacTavish) 18+

Warnings: Switch! Soap, fingering, oral (male receiving), p in v, creampie, soap being a whiny lil sub, masturbation, teasing, I’m sure there is more.

A/n: put on your party hats people! It’s about to get wild.

It was late, your body was tired, yet you had been up trying to keep track of the mounds of paperwork that scattered the area. Your desk was already a mess, so you decided to hole up in the rec room on the comfortable sofa. Now that you thought about it, you probably shouldn’t have picked the lounge. The cushions were simply too comfortable, and you felt your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head in exhaustion.

Releasing a big yawn, you stacked the files, not bothering to take them up to your scattered room. You’d work on them tomorrow, if you didn’t procrastinate.

You stood, stretching slightly as your tank top rose off your stomach, allowing the cold air to breeze across the skin. Shuddering, you began to quietly creep towards your room, hoping you wouldn’t wake up any of your teammates.

Your hand raised to the doorknob, but before you began to open it you heard the distinct call of your name. It was low and quiet, nearly lost in the stillness of the night. You shook your head, blaming your sleepiness for hearing things, yet as you began to unlock your door again, you heard the low groan of your name.

Curious, you began to sneak down the hall to the boys quarters, pinpointing the noise from one of their rooms.

It was MacTavish.

You heard the heavy calling of your name again, except this time your eyes blew out wide and your cheeks reddened at the simple tone of his voice. His door was shut tightly, but apparently he had no regard of how loud he actually was.

Hesitantly, you brought your knuckles up to his door, knocking softly against the material. You heard a loud thud and a curse from the other end. Looking down, you felt embarrassed, why had you knocked on the door?

But you stood frozen as heavy footsteps approached the other end of the door. With a rattle, Soap unlocked the door, cracking it open so only his head peaked out. He gazed down at your small frame, eyes rounding a fraction. “Y/n!” He whispered, surprise lacing his tone, a much different tone than he was using earlier.

You decided to play dumb, bouncing on the balls of your feet as he looked you up and down. “Did you need something, MacTavish?” You asked, almost hoping he would say something.

Soap tried to play it off, clearing his throat before rushing to think of something on the spot. “Umm, yeah. I have this paperwork I wanted you to sign.” He lied, still standing with half of his body being concealed by the door.

“Okay. Where are they?” You asked, narrowing your eyes playfully as he didn’t retreat from behind the door, it was always fun teasing Soap on missions, he became flustered so easy at the innuendos you spoke of. He gulped, ��It’s late, I’ll just give them to you tomorrow. Besides I’m pretty tired.” He brushed you off, your eyes caught on his upper body, how his muscles of his chest were taut over his black tee.

“Why can’t I just grab them real quick and sign em’ tonight?” You pushed, a smirk painting on your lips at the panic that crossed over his face like you hadn’t heard him moan your name.

“Alright. Fine.” He gritted out, clenching his jaw. He pushed the door out, letting you inside his dimly lit room. His eyes fluttered shut as you waltzed in, your perfume causing his dick to twitch. Instead of making your way to his desk, you turned to him, sizing him up before allowing your eyes to fall to the dark sweatpants that hung low off his hips. Your eyes flicked lower. Soap did a good job of hiding his erection, tucking it into the waistband of the pants.

“How often do you think of me when you jerk that cock of yours, hmm?” You questioned boldly, shocking yourself at the vile words that flew out of your mouth. Soap flinched.

“I-” He started, but he choked on his words as you began to make your way over to him. The next words brought him to his knees.

“How about I finish what you started.”

Soap closed his eyes, gulping gently as his Adam’s apple bobbed against his throat. “You can’t just say things like that to me,” he whined, feeling himself physically ache with need. You were in front of him, a starry look in your eye as you placed a hand on his lower stomach, feeling him flex his abs from the fiery touch.

“I wasn’t joking.” You slipped a careful finger under his waistband, tracing his v-line at an agonizingly slow pace. He jolted, releasing a sigh as he slammed his eyes shut again. You snapped your finger against his waist band, instead bringing both of your palms up to his chest, then to his neck. You helped him pull his tee over his shirt, before pulling him closer.

“Jesus, Lass.” Soap mumbled as you slowly used your nails to scrape down his toned stomach. His hands moved to your waist on instinct, holding them tight against his body. “Tell me what you want, Johnny,” You commanded, feeling your own heat flood to your stomach as this man melted beneath your touch.

“I want you.” He growled out, bringing his hand past your waist to the soft curve of your ass, he squeezed harshly.

“Good Man.” You praised, raising on your tip toes, you brought your lips to his. Eagerly, Soap crushed you against him, bringing his hot tongue against your lip almost immediately. You hummed, opening your mouth slightly so he could explore. Your hands travelled down to his waist again, dipping past the pants and boxer briefs to feel his dick.

It was warm and already rock hard against your soft hand. Soap let out a gasp as you wrapped your fingers around his thick length, quickly you kissed him deeper, swallowing his noise. Blindly, you slipped him out of his clothing, feeling a gentle thud of his pants hitting the hardwood floor. Your hand was still on his dick, holding it in place as Soap kicked his pants to the side all while kissing you so hard he was bruising your lip.

Brushing your thumb against his tip, you felt warm and leaking pre-cum pool around his slit, carefully you rubbed it down his shaft, “oh shit, y/n.” Soap inhaled breaking apart from your kiss to throw his head back as his knees buckled. You pumped him a couple times, relishing in the sounds of his groans.

“You want my mouth around you, Sergeant?” You whispered against his throat, nipping slightly as he struggled to stay standing. “You’re killing me.” He gasped out, which only fueled you to pump him quicker. “That wasn’t an answer, Johnny.”

“Fuck yes.” He breathed, his eyes burning into you as you ushered him back until his thick calves hit the back of his bed. He sat quickly, looking up at you with a pleading look as you lowered to a crouch. You got a good look at his massive erection, twitching up against his stomach in the most pathetic way.

You shuffled, until you were entrapped between his thighs, locking you into a cage before you kissed the inside of it. “Please.” You heard him beg, his voice low and gravely as his Scottish accent grew stronger. Finally, you parted your lips, allowing your tongue to lick a long and hot stripe up his enormous shaft. Soap whined, threading his fingers through your hair as he gently tugged. You hollowed your cheeks, bringing your wet mouth down upon the tip.

“Just like that, princess.” Johnny mumbled, cradling the side of your neck with his rough hands, his pre cum was salty and warm, but you lapped it up like it was your last meal, Soap’s moans only fueling your fire to take all of him in your mouth.

“I’ve imagined this for so long, your pretty mouth around me.” He shivered as he met your eyes. You hummed, the vibrations bouncing off your throat were enough to make him whine, his breathing picking up as you continued the lethally slow pace.

“All I think about is you, lass.” He fell back against the mattress as you palmed his balls, all while bringing your mouth down on his whole length, your nose bumping against his pelvis. He shuddered again as your pace quickened, and it took everything in him not to spill his cum down your pretty throat.

“Stop, stop. I want to feel you before I cum.” Soap begged, sitting up as you released him with a satisfyingly wet pop. 

You took a step back, stripping down to your panties and bra. Soap watched as you pitched the clothes to the side, his eyes blown wide and pupils dark as he drank you up. “Like what you see, Sergeant?” You teased him more. Soap growled, pulling you to him so you straddled onto his hips. He snatched the back of your neck, pulling you to his lips as you ground your hips against him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He complimented, bringing his hand around the middle of your back before unclipping your bra with a twist of his finger, letting it fall as a hand immediately went to your breast’s, palming the soft tissue with a sigh. His other hand clutched your inner thigh, before sneaking to your drenched panties and pulling them to the side.

Soap hummed in surprise, a small grunt of satisfaction left his throat as he felt just how wet you truly were. “You wet like this the whole time? Just for me?” He questioned, not giving you a chance to answer before pushing a thick finger inside of you. You mewled, resting your head against the crook in his neck as he stretched your inner walls.

“Johnny…” you started, feeling yourself slowly loose control of the situation as Soap took over. He pushed another digit into you, groaning at the tightness of your pretty cunt. He moved at a quick pace, now bringing his thumb up to your clit, spinning in slow and agonizing circles as you lost control.

“I’m going cum…” you warned him as you felt your lower stomach twist as heat began to flood your senses. “Cum for me, lass.” He spoke lowly, kissing your lips as he swallowed your moans and cries as you clenched around him. “That’s it.” He praised before slipping his dripping fingers from your hole.

You panted, recovering from the high as you watch him suck each and every one of his fingers, humming at the taste of yourself on his skin. “You ready for me, darling?” He asked not even a full minute later, positioning you above him, and playfully brushing the head of his cock against your weeping opening.

“Johnny, please.” You slurred, feeling drunk with pleasure of your latest orgasm. Soap smirked, biting down on his lip as he managed the right angle before releasing his hold on your hips, you sunk down on him slowly, immediately feeling your walls stretch to fit his immense size.

The Scot sucked in a breath, pleased with how you hugged around him in a way that made his already throbbing dick pulse. “You’re so tight, darling.” He groaned as you pushed your hips down, swiveling as his head hit your sweet spot.

“I can’t believe my dick is in you right now.” He took hold of your hips in a bruising grip, helping you bounce up and down on his shaft hard and fast. You panted, feeling sweat build on your forehead as you worked. But your pace didn’t seem to be enough for John, who roughly flipped you over on your back, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he pounded into you harder.

His dog tags dropped from around his neck, dangling towards your lips as he mercilessly hit your g-spot. You moaned, not caring if the Task Force heard just how well Soap was treating you.

“I’m really close, sweetheart,” Soap admitted just as you felt the pleasant sensation of your own orgasm building. “Me too.” You gasped out, watching as his eyes lit up as his thrusts grew sloppier. You felt the sweet feeling of your release just as Soap threw back his head, emptying into you with a satisfied yelp. Your name leaving his mouth like a prayer.

You both huffed, as Soap dropped down onto the mattress beside you, a drunk grin on his face as he pleasantly kissed your neck.

“You might need to help me jerk off again, sweetheart.” He teased.

[laurafett]

hey. the celebrities and corporations are growing to try tumblr. you may want to drive them off the site, or find them amusing, ie “well THIS one can stay.” they may try to engage with the culture. they may do their research. DO NOT ENGAGE. do not bother. don’t fucking acknowledge them. don’t mess with their heads. don’t reply to them as a bit. let them think this site is a lost cause. let them fizzle out and die

[laurafett]

kneeling down beside my bed and folding my hands and closing my eyes: dear god please let me have some gay sex soon and also maybe let me win the lottery so i never have to get a job again. okay goodbye i mean amen

[laurafett]

This was amazing!!! I'd kill for a part two, just so you know 👀

Captivated Pleasure

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: Due to your husband's shady life choices, your caught in the middle when you find yourself in the basement of some building with a masked man sitting in front of you.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Mask Kink, Dom Simon, Sub Reader, Mentions Of Knife Play, Oral |M| Receiving, Face Fucking, Come In Throat, Come On Face, Praising, Vaginal Sex, Flirtatious/Cocky Simon, Choking, Breeding Kink, Talk Of Impregnation, Mentions Of Anal, Mutual Masturbation, CreamPie.

Author's Note: I had so much fucking fun writing this. Let me know if you simps want a PT2🖤

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You were sitting on the cold concrete floor with your hands cuffed to a pipe. You had no idea where you were. All you could remember was a group of men breaking into your home, taking you your husband and taking you captive.

It's been atleast a few days since the break in. At first you were scared but you've now come to terms with what's happened.

You haven't been able to see your husband at all. But quite frankly you didn't went to either. He's been up to some things he didn't see was important enough to tell you about? Now you're sitting here in what seems to be a basement just because of him.

You sighed thinking about the situation at hand. The doors opened and was followed with someone walking down the creaking stairs. Since you couldn't see anything, a shiver rushed through your body. Only until you heard the sound of a chair being pulled up in front of you.

The sack that covered your head was pulled off gently. You were met by a man sitting in the chair. His hands firmly holding the lining of his harness.

The man wore a mask with the face of a skull on it. His dark ghostly eyes staring down at you.

"Let me go already! What even is this?" You asked shaking your wrists from the cuffs.

"Negative, I'm afraid I can't do that, it's against the rules."

"What rules? You mother fuckers ran into my home with guns! I'm sure the rules have been off the table since the beginning!"

He deeply chuckled fixing the way his mask hugged his face. "Quite the fiery one aren't you? I'm guessing your husband didn't tell you anything? To put it simply, he knows information that we want... and to get him to talk, we took you captive along with him..."

"I'm sure if you were taken and put in a fucking basement, you'd be 'firey' too." You said rolling your eyes.

"You have a point... but uhm, we aren't going to hurt you if that's what you think is going to happen, they just sent me down here to make sure if you're okay... wouldn't want you getting any ideas of escaping now would we?" He leaned into your face, staring down at you. You swolled the lump in your throat gazing into his eyes, his peircing stare making your body feel warm.

"What's with the mask? I think it's ridiculous, I mean don't you get hot under there or something?" You asked swiftly changing the subject.

"It's made out of breathable material, and I think it's amusing that you care about my mask even if I had a hand in you being down here in the first place."

"I don't- it's just..." You held your tongue on your words and looked away from him.

The truth was that you actually found the mask attractive. His voice was deep and raspy, not to mention the accent he held. The way his eyes would glare down to you while he sat high made you feel a certain way. As scary as it was to be down here, he was making this seem not so bad.

"So- I can't just be let free? I wouldn't go to the police or anything." You said trying to further the conversation.

"I'm afraid it's not about that darlin' the sooner your husband talks, the sooner you two can go back to your lives..."

"Fuck... that stubborn asshole, I just know he's not going to say a damn thing..." You stated rolling your eyes. "Can you take these cuffs off of me? They hurt so bad."

"Can't do that either darlin'." He said with a cocky tone.

Was he really flirting with you? And did he think giving you some stupid pet name was going to work?

You scoffed at his remark. "Don't call me that, I'm married." You said.

"Oh yeah? I highly doubt that you actually enjoy having that ring on your finger, I saw your house... not one picture of the two of you was hung on the walls, and also your phone has nothing in it that would signify that you were married."

"We just don't like to make it a big deal, it's not that serious!" You said raising your voice.

The masked man didn't think of you as frightening whatsoever. He could see past the tone of your voice that you were actually scared shitless. With your hands cuffed, it's not like you could actually be an aposing threat.

If anything, he found it funny that you were trying so hard. His eyes then traced your body, your legs were definitely your best quality.

So soft looking and silky smooth. He enjoyed the way your pencil skirt hugged your curves just right. The top button to your blouse had warn out and popped off over time. Now giving him the perfect view of your cleavage.

"My goodness, could you stop pretending for a second? I can just tell that you don't love him... doesn't take a therapist to see that. Do you not like to make it a big deal, or is it just him?"

"Fuck you... what would you know about marriage? You don't seem like the relationship type of guy anyway..." You said now feeling embarrassed. He was completely right. Your marriage was a lie, you couldn't even believe that you agreed to such contract after you took pride in not wanting to be married for years.

The thought of having that shiny rock on your finger is what made you romanticize the proposal. In reality you feld ignored, like a stranger in your own home.

He then lifted your head by your chin with his finger. You looked up at him, feeling yourself melt on the inside. "Don't look down now, just say you don't love him... I bet you want to feel the connection of a real man, don't you?"

You could never get yourself to admit it out loud that you didn't love your husband. You decided to live in delusion for so long that you forgotten how you truly feel.

He took his hand away from your chin and sighed deeply while stretching. His hips moving forward to give him a more relaxed posture.

Your mind couldn't keep straight. With his cocky attitude and voice, you couldn't keep up the act any longer. He has to know what he's doing, sitting in front of you like this. Calling you all sorts of names, softening his tone while speaking to you.-

You glanced down to his crotch area. He had so many things on his body, making him look like a solider. Not one bit of skin was shown, and that alone was giving you material to work off with in your mind.

You would pay any amount of money to see what was underneath.

"Pick up your jaw there sweetheart, your husband wouldn't appreciate you looking at another man the way you are..." He said with a sly tone.

You snapped out of your trance and looked up at him, you could tell he had a grin on his face.

"Wh-what? I wasn't looking..." You said trying to act natural but clearly failed to.

"Yeah? Then why are you so nervous... hmp, I say..." He got up from the chair, pushing it to the back of the room. "If I was your husband, you wouldn't even think about drooling over the cock of another man..."

With those words he then walked back upstairs. You watched him as your thighs clenched. Fuck... you hoped he could come back, you couldn't shake this feeling of desire for him.

Your sitting in this room, turned on by a person you can't even see the real face of.

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"He's still not talkin' is he? His wife was right... he sure is a stubborn fuck..."

"Exactly, to think taking her hostage was going to push things along, he clearly doesn't care about her. Have you spoken to her yet?"

"I did last night... she's perfectly fine down there... although she might be cold, so give her a blanket or two... in the meantime, I'll go keep her company..."

You laid on the floor staring at the piped ceiling when you heard a conversation take place above you. Maybe he was coming back down to see you? You sat upwards and watched the door, seeing the light from upstairs beam through.

As you expected, a man walked downstairs with heavy steps. Your eyes widened in joy once you saw him. He took off his helmet and fixed his mask. Soon meeting eyes with you, seeing your expression.

"Look at you getting excited like a puppy... you must be happy to see me, yeah?" He asked positioning the chair in front of you once more.

"I'm not getting excited..." You said rolling your eyes.

"Awe at this point you're going to hurt my feelings, I should just leave you down here again shouldn't I..." He said pretending to get up again.

"No Wait!-"

He smriked and sat back down, staring down at you waiting for you to finish.

"Yes darlin'? You have something to say to me?" He asked already having a good guess on what you were going to respond with.

"I was thinking last night... and, you're right... I don't love him." You spoke lowly.

"Awe, well baby I already knew that, I just wanted to hear you fix those pretty lips of yours to say it..."

You pressed your lips together feeling flattered that he would even say such a thing.

"So what now then? I already said it... did you just want me to gas your ego by proving your assumption right?" You asked in a whing tone.

He pulled the chair closer to you, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He stared down at you and held his hand out, caressing your cheek.

"What now? I presume that you were expecting to get something out of this, hm? Go head and tell me then sweetheart, so i can know exactly what you want..." His touch was like lava. Heat radiated from your skin as you pressed your cheek into his glove shamefully enjoying the small amount of touch.

"I... I want..." You whimpered shaking the cuffs again. You were trying to fight against the creeping urge to touch yourself but couldn't. You hated being so restricted.

You needed to touch yourself. The twitching of your clit was killing you. If only you could show him what you wanted, rather than telling.

He took note of your whimpers. A smirk creeping over his clothed face.

"Want what? Say it for me baby..." He responded, continuing to egg you on in a teasing manner.

"Please can you let me out? I can't do this anymore- pleasee~" You begged in a high tone.

"Really? Have some shame, look at you, begging... it's quite pathetic... but sweetheart, I can't fulfill your requests if you don't tell me... believe me, I'm aching to shove my fat cock inside that tight little cunt of yours, but I can't do that..." His hand wrapped around your throat, speaking into your ear gently. "If you don't stress to me about how much you want- no... how much you need it..."

Your mouth was watering at this point. All you had to do was speak up and tell him, but you really wanted him to take advantage of you. Use you like the toy you've always wanted to be.

He had the perfect opportunity to do so, with you being cuffed up still. It's not like you could fight back. It's not like you wanted to fight back.

"What's it going to be? Do you want to keep siting there with your panties soaking by every second we spend ignoring the real reason I'm here? Or, do you want me to fuck you senseless, with your permission of course... unless you want to me slut you out for the night- fucking buckets of my semen inside of you, possibly impregnating you with my baby?, either way I'll be satisfied."

"I want- I want to be your whore... please I desperately need you to fuck me... use me like I'm a bitch in heat... I'm so tired of clenching my pussy around nothing..."

"Hmp... that's all I needed to hear."

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Simon had a firm grip on the back of your head, forcing his cock in and out of your throat while the other held onto the sturdy pole that was next to you.

Tears built up in your eyes as you stared up at him. His groans loud and vocal, echoing throughout the lackluster room. You lifted your hands placing them on the band of his pants for support.

"Mffhpp~ oghhfp!"

"What was that my little fuck toy? Can't really hear you over the sound of me using you as a personal fleshlight, do you need a second to breath? Let me know princess..."

"Ffppahhh hngghhh-!"

He groaned pulling his hips back, you sighed heavily now breathing through your mouth. Simon looked down at you once more, pressing his cock head on your cheek waiting for you to give him the 'okay' to continue.

The cold air making him slightly moan after being stuffed away in your mouth for so long.

"Are you aright baby? Please tell me if I'm being too rough..."

"*haah~ haaf* It's fine- please don't stop-" You heavily gasped sticking your tongue out, opening your mouth wide.

"You fuckin' whore... as you wish my darlin'."

He pulled your hair slightly, keeping your head at an angle as he thrusted his hips into your throat.

You placed your hands on your throat, feeling the lump grow and shrink matching the speed of his thrusts. He moaned throwing his head back as you massaged your throat, making the experience more pleasurable for him.

His thrusts were long and deep, only pulling back once your nose was met with the neatly trimmed bush that was his pubic hair.

"Such a good fucking girl~ shit... aghh I'm gonna fill your throat so fucking deep, you'll be coughing up my semen for weeks... would you like that baby?"

You nodded hummed, sending vibrations down his shaft. "Ahaah~ that's right baby..."

His hips came to an abrupt stop to draw out time from his window to finish. You whimpered placing your hands around the base of his shaft. Now sucking his tip with the widen of your tongue. Teasing his frenulim with just the very end of your tongue.

He watched you with a grin behind his mask, he made sure to keep your hair out of your face to not distract you from pleasing him. He could feel his balls tingle by every lick as he so desperately wanted to pull his orgasm forward. Your eyes staring up at him innocently as if you weren't making sloppy wet kisses up and down his shaft, lightly gliding your teeth on the veins protruding from his blush pink skin.

"I bet you haven't done any of this to your husband, hm? I say, I'm quite honored to be the first man you try this on..."

"Tell me how big it is sweetheart, I can see the struggle in your teary eyes... you can barely fit me inside, it was a miracle that I was even able to fuck that throat of yours..."

"I can't even hold it~ I need both of my hands to do so... your head is so thick, I can't wrap my whole tongue around it... so fucking huge~ my husband's is so small... I hate sucking on it... but yours- fuck I could have you in my mouth all day."

"Oh yeah? Well good for you princess... this cock belongs to you no matter of you want it to or not, fuck I can't ever pass this opportunity up... from now on I'll be the only one fucking your slutty little esophagus..."

Simon then thrusted into your mouth more forcfully. His eyes closing tightly as he clenched his jaw. You moaned onto his cock as your eyes rolled back. Your hands returning to the band on his pants.

Praises and curse words fell from his lips as he felt his knees locking in place. Simon proceeded to speak in tongue as he felt his cock burn with pleasure, now shooting his heavy sticky load into your throat. You panicked breaifly but took it with pride as you heavily breathed through your nose.

He groaned loudly, hodling your head in place. Soon watching his cock drip with excess semen. You swallowed his load with your eyes dark with lust. You looked up at him opening your mouth up again.

"More~ I want more~" You moaned heavily breathing.

"This is just the begining sweetheart, don't worry that pretty little head." He sighed heavily with a grin.

He sat in the chair again, now taking his gloves off proceeding to wrap his hand around the base of his shaft. Stroking it to get it hard again. You watched him, licking your bottom lip as if he was a piece of meat.

"Aw princess looks like I'm not hard enough, I'll tell you what... I let you out of those damn cuffs only so you can give me a show yeah? How does that sound?"

"What am I supposed to do? I haven't masturbated in front of anyone before..." You said slightly worried.

"Alright... don't worry sweetheart." Simon pulled his pants up briefly and grabbed the face covering from before, now putting it on your head and taking his mask off.

He shoved it in his pocket and began to lay soft kisses on your body, pulling at your skirt and blouse to get them off.

"Keep that on sweetheart, I know you find my mask attractive... don't ruin the surprise now... behave for me and I'll come on every inch of your body... disobey me and I'll leave you high and dry, maybe telling all of those men upstairs how easy you were to suck my cock... that would be embarrassing now wouldn't it..."

You felt his soft lips on your inner thighs. You moaned draping them over his shoulder, he chucked grabbing the keys to your cuffs out of his spare pocket and unlocked them.

Your arms fell to your sides, now placed on the cold floor keeping you sitting up straight. You moaned loudly once you felt a long lick on your clit, followed with a thumb pressing on the bundle of nerves.

"Would you look at that... I was right, your soaking wet... your cunt is just dripping on the floor? And your panties... call me a pervert but you definitely aren't getting these back..."

Simon then popped his finger in his mouth, tasking your delicious juices and smirking to himself.

"You taste amazing... such a pretty pussy you have there too... I can't wait to ruin it with my babies, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes~ please can't you just fuck me now?" You whined bucking your hips slightly.

"Awe baby... hold on, don't be so greedy now... I'm going to sit back down in my chair, and you be a good girl by putting your fingers to use... have you squirted before baby?"

"No..."

"Don't worry, I'll fix that..." He said before getting up and sitting down again.

He pulled his cock out waiting for you to do anything that could get him started. Truth was, by simply staring at you and imagining the smell of your panties, his cock was growing by the second.

You were nervous to even continue. You knew he was looking at you, calculating your every move. You didn't want to disappoint even of this was out of your comfort zone. The embaressment you felt only made you wetter.

You sighed and turned around on all fours. Arching your back allowing your lower half to be on full display. Your face on the cold concrete.

"Fuck- the things I'd do to fuck that pretty asshole... have you ever had someone fuck your ass before baby?"

"N-no~ ahhh-" You spoke soon moaning as you penetrated the spongey insides that was your walls with a single finger.

Simon spit on his hand as makeshift lubricant. He then held his shaft at the base, stroking up and down only to stop with a firm squeeze on his tip. He watched the cloudy stream of pre-cum drip down his head.

You continued to moan as you pushed in another finger, now pumping them in and out in a consistent rythem. Your vagina began to clench around your digits, producing clear liquid coating your lips and clit.

"So fucking wet... you by far have the most prettiest cunt I've seen... I want to fuck it until it's red... how does it feel to have some stranger stroke his cock to you? Does it make you feel more confident in being a slut?"

Hahh~ uhhh... mmm fuck~ y-yes- nghh..." You whimpered arching your back more deeply and swaying your hips side to side.

"God fuck- I'm trying to have some composure here but you just keep tempting me... I want to be balls deep inside you..."

The sticky wet sounds of your vagina filled the room sounding like music to Simon's ears. He then began to fuck his hand imagining that it was you. He watched your delicate fingers wrap around your clit, twisting it and applying pressure. You screamed louder before placing your free hand on your mouth to muffle your moans.

What if everyone upstairs heard you? Oh shit, what if your husband hears you?

"Ahh I need- I need you so bad... pleasee?" You whined turning over on your back, spreading your legs wide and playing with your clit.

"I need you too princess, fuck- keep being a good girl and I'll do whatever you want me too... I appreciate how honest you're being now- I don't have to encourage you to say you want to fuck me..."

"Mmm please please please- oh my fucking god- I want to fuck you so bad it hurts..." You whimpered curling your fingers deeper inside you.

"Oh yeah I know you do, just by the sounds of your pussy I can tell... I want to fuck you- put you in so many positions... force your head down to the floor as I pound into you- my balls slapping against that pretty clit-"

"What else do you wanna do to me? Don't stop now my fingers are drowning in my pussy right now~"

Simon gasped loudly as he used his other hand to massage his heavy balls. Pressing his thumb and index finger on the extra skin that laid in the middle.

"Hahh~ aghh, fuck... I want to put you into a fucking mating press and breed you- I want you to ride my face as I have a knife to your stomach, dragging it on your skin everytime you inch closer to orgasm."

"Ahhh yess~ mmm, why put it to my stomach when you can have it on my thigh? Do you know what I want you to do with that knife? Haahhf.~"

"What is it baby- tell me as I stroke my fat cock-"

"I want you to break the skin on my thighs marking your territory- fuck~ you can even carve your name into them... I want my husband to know that I belong to another.~"

His hand pumped faster, he built up saliva in his mouth only to spit it onto his head, rubbing it with his right hand while still using his left to massage his balls.

His cock head twitched and allowed a stream of come to spill out. He sighed heavily, fucking his hand once more while watching you.

"Sounds like fucking heaven, don't threaten me with a good time princess... I'll mark you with more than just my name.~"

Simon groaned loudly as he took his hands away from himself. He grabbed your wrists pulling you to his body, he pushed you back around, forcing your naked body to the cold floor. You squirmed under his heavy build only to have his hand around your throat receiving a tight squeeze.

"Stop fucking squirming... I need to fuck you now, I don't care if it hurts- I'm gonna fuck you however I want to got it? You're nothing but a fucking toy to me- you hear me princess?"

Simon then put his mask back on, then proceeded to pull your face covering off and place his hand on the ground, using the other to hold you down in place.

"Look forward until I say otherwise you fucking whore." He growled into your ear before sliding his cock inside you with ease.

Your sensitive walls pulling him inside, making him moan in your ear. You bit your lip as Simon pulled your left arm behind your back and lifted your hips from the concrete, now keeping your body into a slope easy for him to thrust into.

You moaned as he began to forcfully thrust not giving you any time to get used to his thicker size. You whined trying to get out of his grip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll only be able to get off to the feeling of my veiny cock inside that cunt- I don't give a fuck if it's too big for you, get used to it baby~"

"It hurts~ but feels so fucking good- I don't know if I want you to slow down or fuck me harder.~"

He deeply chuckled as he dragged out his thrusts forcing cream to form at the base of his cock. He groaned watching how easily your vagina willingly bent to what he was doing, your walls clenching onto him repeatedly as he tried to be slow just to tease you.

He played with your ass cheeks and spread them, now lifting his mask slightly so he could spit once more.

Your body jolted as you felt the wet drip of spit followed by his thumb teasing the entrance of your tight hole.

"Fuck it's so pretty- every hole is going to be full- for now I'll just use my thumb though, I don't want to miss any second of your cunt pulling me in so snuggly..."

You whimpered throwing your head back. Simon's full bodyweight was now on top of you, keeping you in place as he rutted his hips into you. He groaned wrapping his arm around your throat, keeping you into a headlock as he grunted and groaned in your ear.

"Fuck such a naughty girl- I bet you enjoy every moment of this yeah? Such a slut..."

"I love it~ don't fucking stop- keep fucking me... choke me harder- ahhh uhhhh~ I feel like I'm gonna come.~" You moaned clenching your walls and squeezing your thighs together, making yourself feel tighter to him.

"Mhm~ keep taking me in so well baby- your really working for that creampie aren't you? My well behaved slut... you want my seed?"

"Uhuhhh~ yes- yes- yes- yes~nghh...YES! I want it- I want every fucking drop.~" You begged with tears building up in your eyes.

"Awe you're crying? It feels that fucking good doesn't it baby?" He asked holding your jaw tightly with his hand.

You nodded letting the tears fall as you slammed your hands on the concrete needing a different way to let go of all of the pleasure you were receiving.

With each thrust your clit grinded against the cold floor. You moaned rolling your eyes to the back of your head whimpering louder.

"You're such a good little whore for me baby~ where do you want it princess? I'm gonna fucking come.-"

"Do it anywhere- aghhh I'm gonna come too- please can we finish together~?" You asked attempting to hold your moans back.

Simon pulled out of you briefly and sat down, pulling you up from the ground throwing you onto his lap like you were some sort of ragdoll. He positioned your hips over his erection and forced you down. Hissing at the feeling of your walls at a different angle.

You wrapped your arms around his neck moaning in his ear and holding his head in your arms. Tears fully steaming down your face.

"Fuck~ just like that- haaahh~ YES YES AGHHH.~"

"You belong to me- your my fucking slut- next time we do this~ FUCK- I'll mark you to fucking prove it.~"

"Uhhhhh uhh mmm okay!~ don't stop using me- I'm yours- I belong to you- I'm your object.~"

Simon pulled his mask up halfway and kissed your neck forcfully making bites to break your skin. You moaned throwing your head back and placed your hands on his knees, now bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Awe you belong to me baby? Even when you have a husband? Some wife you are- Aghh shit- here it comes baby- you ready to feel my load inside you again?"

You nodded not having the compacity to respond out loud. You grinded your hips back and fourth feeling his cock head penetrate deep within you. You moaned throwing your head back feeling the knot burst I'm your stomach, your nipples tingling feeling the nonstop pleasure rushing through every inch of your body.

Simon moaned loudly and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and sucked on your nipples as he felt his balls also tingle as he emptied his thick load into you.

You whimpered feeling his tongue around your nipple and moaned loudly feeling the excitement from your high slowly drip out of you.

"Hahh~ Haahh~ fuck... you feel so good~ I don't want to pull out yet..."

"You don't have to- my pussy is practically in love with how your fat cock feels.~"

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@giftober 2022 | Day #27: “Touch”

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Tumblr Top 5: Hottest Horror Movie Characters

Enter the sick and twisted minds of @wearewatcher's Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara as they countdown their top five hottest, steamiest, most sopping wet horror movie characters, with a little help from unofficial official Tumblr mascot, Coppy.

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ghostfiles is rlly good and the first episode has so many iconic moments already <3

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1993 / 2022

Dr. ELLIE SATTLER, Dr. ALAN GRANT, Dr. IAN MALCOLM

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Laughing like idiots in bed together is a love language

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