#Virgin John

[konigsblog]

virgin-soap mactavish that spends too much time watching porn and getting off, fantasising about losing his virginity. :(

johnny is ashamed to admit that he's a virgin, he feels less masculine, more vulnerable after admitting to you that he hasn't lost his virginity yet. and poor, poor johnny, hearing the news makes you want to taunt him, jerk his fat, virgin cock off and kiss his neck slowly... each tender, yet sloppy kiss causes another tear to roll down your cheeks.

your pace is painfully slowly, dragging your hand up and down his weeping dick, leaking like a faucet all down your fingers. fuck, he can't control the sounds he lets out; needy moans and guttural grunts, pleas to feel your cunt tightening around his big dick, for you to let him fuck your cunt finally.

suck him off, he'll be crying pathetically, his cheeks flushed and sensitive, his eyebrows furrowed together with frustration as you lick a strip up his meaty shaft.

[wingsoverlagos]

"When John and Yoko were photographed in the nude for the Two Virgins cover, they showed Sir Joe the photograph. He refused to allow EMI to distribute the record. John asked him if he were shocked. He told him that he wasn't, that they should have had better bodies on the cover. 'They're not very attractive,' he said, referring to the figures of John and Yoko, 'Paul McCartney would look better than you.'"

The Beatles Encyclopedia by Bill Harry (2000 ed.)

Not Sir Joseph Lockwood, Chairman of EMI, telling John that he'd rather publish Paul's nudes than John and Yoko's, I--

[wraithdance]

Soap/Gaz who get mistaken for a gigolo by an older librarian who nervously approaches them in a pub. They keep her talking long enough to learn that she’s recently turned 40+ and she lacks sexual experience and has never had an orgasm. she’s there to meet with the gigolo she paid for online

Soap/Gaz who are sternly reprimanded in front of everyone by the older librarian when she finally figures out they aren’t who she’s supposed to meet. By the end she’s sobbing with tears in her eyes because she’s embarrassed and what a cruel thing to do!

Soap/Gaz who grab her wrist before she successfully flees and whisper in her ear that they’re still willing to help her out. They can fuck her better than some self important hired cock. They’ll even do it for free, promise that she’ll have to beg them to stop making her cum when they’re finished with her. Yes? great just let them grab their coat and the tab

[tomicscomics]

12/15/2023

A Lord by any other Name. ___

JOKE-OGRAPHY: In this cartoon a young Jesus visits John the Baptist, His cousin, and the two greet each other with much joy.  They begin by shouting each other's names, then switch to parodying each other's names back and forth, coming up with a ridiculous list of aliases.  Their mothers, St. Elizabeth and the Blessed Virgin Mary, just watch the naming convention being held before them.

[johnsgunbelt]

first time - König

pairing: König x virgin!fem reader blurb 18+. MINORS DNI

warnings: none. use of 'y/n' once

You don’t know how you ended up here. Half naked, Sprawled out on your sofa,  sloppily kissing your boyfriend. Your hands explore each other's warm, shirtless bodies as desperate and lust-filled moans fill your dimly lit living room. 

The sensation of your clothed clit rubbing against the coarse material that is the beige cargo of König's pants drove you crazy, Causing a choked moan to fall from your freshly kissed mouth and into his. One of König’s strong hands pawing at the flesh of your ass while his other guides your hips, slowing down your rabbit-like speed of grinding. Your hips stilled as you broke the kiss, your chest rose and dropped rapidly while you desperately tried to catch your breath.  The loss of contact made König’s hips thrust up subconsciously before he let out a low grunt. He looked up at you, His face flushed and his eyes searching for yours. König’s hand left your ass and rose to your chin, Forcing eye contact. 

Shyness reined over you like a hurricane.

“Are you sure you want to continue this, Mein Schatz?” Königs voice broke you out of your intense thoughts. 

You responded with a simple “I’m sure” but due to the intense eye contact not being of ease, your feelings of shyness caused you to break it. You remove König’s hand from your chin, interlocking your fingers as you sink into his chest before whispering “I’ve just never done this before.” a soft exhale escapes from your lips

“Look at me.” he grabs your face again, and his gaze softens “There’s no reason to be shy, Maus,” His words ease some of your negative feelings almost instantaneously but one thought still lingers in the back of your mind “I don't want to mess up or ruin the mood and disappoint you..” you trail off. Your words cause a small frown to form on his face. He wraps his arm around the small of your back, The gesture makes you melt into him.

 “Ich werde Sie durch die Sache führen.” (I’ll walk you through it) König reassures you. 

Sitting up, you place your hands on his toned, broad shoulders. Looking directly into his captivating, dark blue, lust-filled eyes

“I think I'm ready. Just walk me through this.” 

A/N: This was written at 6am and isn't proofread sorry for any spelling mistakes  

[justlikedylansmrjones]

Paul with John's Two Virgins album circa 1975.

Do you guys think he, you know, looked?

[avonne-writes]

What if gale was a virgin but not for lack of trying. He only ever tried to have sex with women but it just never felt right for him so he never actually did it. But then he met bucky and suddenly he felt this strong desire for him. So the first time they had sex, gale's mind was blown by how good it was and was ready to go again not long after they were done

Hmm okay, but since I'm a fan of realistically fumbly smut, how about we give it a twist and say:

Bucky thinks he did horribly so he lies on his back, a hand over his eyes, unaware that Gale is grinning at the ceiling beside him.

You see, Bucky had a big mouth and had promised Gale all sorts of debauchery before they even made it to the bed. He kept up the dirty talk until he got Gale naked, then he forgot how to speak.

But, as inexperienced as Gale is, some of the acts Bucky described were only vague ideas in his mind. Bucky, on the other hand, knows them all, as well as how good they feel.

Basically, Bucky got himself so keyed up that he was ready to blow the moment their pants came off.

Consequently, he only managed a few thrusts OR they didn't even make it to penetrative sex before he came. He had never been more embarrassed in his life, but Gale didn’t notice that anything was amiss.

So, here they are now, after Bucky's fail. He risks a glance at Gale and Gale looks at him with joy-bright eyes and a smile.

"That was amazing." He says breathlessly, kisses Bucky again and strokes his chest. "Can we do it again?"

His enthusiasm makes Bucky grin, then laugh, and he rolls them over to bracket Gale's head with his forearms. Gale looks up at him with an open expression, excited. "Can I tell you something wild, doll?" Bucky asks.

Gale looks away to the side, then back to Bucky's eyes. "Is this about what you wanted to do with your tongue? Because I, uh..." He clears his throat. "If you want to do it, I'll let you."

Bucky feels the heat rise to his cheeks and he starts hardening again. "No." He bites his lip in a cheeky smile. "Just wanted to promise you something - and I can say this with confidence. It’s only gonna get better."

When Gale gapes at him, he laughs and kisses Gale on the lips. This promise, Bucky makes sure to keep.

[cuties-in-codices]

mary & elizabeth with jesus & john the baptist

from a copy of brother philipp's "life of the virgin mary", included in a "weltchronik" compilation, bavaria, c. 1400-1410

source: Los Angeles, J. Paul Getty Museum, Ms. 33 (88.MP.70), fol. 257r

[hairtusk]

note from the inner sleeve of 'i love you honeybear' / lyrics from chateau lobby #4 (in c for two virgins)

[bernard-the-rabbit]

always an angel never a god

"not strong enough" by Boygenius

[konigsblog]

virgin!soap and virgin!reader

virgin!soap never lost his virginity due to his high standards and expectations. he most definitely believed everything he saw in porn, almost becoming addicted to it because he was so pent up and sexually frustrated with nothing to use other than his hand as an outlet.

you, on the other hand, never lost it due to many reasons. you'd never found the person, the one to claim you. of course, at nighttime when you got horny, you'd be left with pornhub on your phone and your fingers stuffing your cunt, pumping them into you in rhythm with the thrusts. you watched each thrust, wishing you could feel it in that moment, wish you c—

your door opened, your eyes meeting a frantic johnny. you'd both been close friends, or atleast close enough for you both to specify being a virgin. he palmed his huge, hard boner over his boxer briefs, walking over to you while panting heavily with desperation in his voice. he'd pushed for you before, his only desire to be buried inside your warm, wet walls.

“pl-please, love-god, a’ need it...” johnny's dick twitched, watching as you curled your fingers inside your pussy and bit your bottom lip. your slit was soaked in slick, sweet cum running down your thighs in droplets. the head of his hard dick seeped pearly beads of precum onto your clit, spitting on his hand and stroking himself ‘til he had a white ring of his sticky cum forming around his shaft, growing even more needy at the sight of your glistening pussy. he dragged his finger up your pussy to your clit, collecting your juices on his fingers. he spread your legs, placing himself between your soft, supple thighs, gripping into the flesh on your ass and stuffing his wet fingers into your mouth while his other hand angled the tip of his dick into your cunny.

he slowly eased inside, muffling your loud moans with his thick, calloused fingers, moving them in harmony with his hips. “tha’s right, bonnie--hah...-clean those fingers’ f’me...” he pushed further inside, breath hitched in his throat at the tightness throbbing around his heavy cock. johnny's breath quickly became laboured, watching you drool and slobber around his fingers as he fucked deeper into you, finally pushing inside with one hard thrust. your eyes glistened when you felt him push up and press against your womb, his tip leaking cum as he slid back and forth, rocking into you with his eyebrows furrowed with pleasure.

you arched your back, jaw slack as he slid his fingers from your mouth, dragging his wet fingers down to your nipples, toying and teasing with them. it was as if they hardened and perked up at the sight of him, like they needed a little roughening up — a little pulling. he twisted and pulled at your nipples, distracting you from the way he was thrusting and rutting into you, his shaft sloppy with your juices coating him.

“christ, doll--ye’re so fuckin’ tight!” he cried out and threw his head back, broad hips working and moving in and out of you. your eyes watered with pleasure, feeling as he pressed his chest against your own, skin rubbing against eachother as he slammed into your puffy pussy, ruining you. the sounds of moaning and skin slapping filled the room, your sex drooling around him. his rough skim turned sweaty, glistening and musky, the scent of his cologne drowned out by slight sweat filling your nostrils. you could still smell the smoke off him, taste it on his lips...

soap's hand nestled in your hair, tugging slightly to get you to look him in the eyes as he took you for the first time.

your head thrown back and neck covered in bruise and hickeys, panting and gasping at each rough thrust! ‘til johnny was panting needily, unable to control himself anymore as he pushed into your hole repetitively, leaving you gaping and raw. he rubbed your clit with two fingers, feeling your thighs shake like a leaf and your walls pulse and clutch around him. your body jerked as you rode your orgasm, squirting against his abdomen and covering him in a thin layer of your fluids. a wet mess forming on the bed as he thrusted harder. the prominent veins on his shaft grinding and dragging against your walls, his trimmed pubes just tickling you, and strings and ropes of his hot cum filling your hole.

he pulled out slowly, a low and deep growl leaving emitting from his chest as he held his throbbing, sore cock, smearing his thick, weeping tip against your clit while your body shook and trembled. hair sticking to your forehead and johnny passing out beside you, his half-hard dick pressed between your ass as he knocked himself out.

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

I think Kayne should make references to songs that haven't been made yet in the 30's then completely ignore how confused Arthur and John are

[tropic-havens]

St. John, Virgin Islands

[nando161mando]

[eydi-andrius]

bad idea right?

Synopsis: The plan was to lose your virginity at 30 in a one night stand, so there will be no string attached to mind afterwards. You don't plan to be married, nor to be in a relationship but you do want to feel what sex is. Little did you know that the man you chose that night seems to like you a little bit too much.

Simon “Ghost” Riley, John Price and Konig

a/n: if this becomes well-liked, I may continue it as a short series. And lol yes, this is my first story written for COD. 😩🤺

💀 Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon is not a good conversationalist but he tried. Despite not replying much, you know he is listening to you. He even stopped you from ordering more alcoholic drinks and requested water when he noticed how you gradually became giggly and touchy. You don't even know how you understand each other, when he tilts his head to the side, you know he is asking for more details. Then, you looked into each other's eyes, understood what that meant, and did the deed until sunrise. You thought that would be the last of it. But then, something happened in your neighborhood, the officers called for a backup and you caught eyes with Simon. Since then, he never left your side. The action created a misunderstanding to people and thinking you two were together.

🍑 John Price

When you met Captain Price, he was such an easy guy to talk to. He has a deep, soothing voice that you liked and enjoy listening to the whole night. He was so thoughtful and asked you for another round when he noticed that your glass was empty. When you started slurring your voice, he insisted that you drink water. He did not stop you however, when you started moving towards him, inching closer, stroking his legs while you tell a story, leaning your head towards his hand when he fixed your unruly small curly hair that fell out of your bun. Long story short, you did the deed. From the car, to his doorstep, in his door and finally on the bed. You were able to leave his house, the next day, at noon, finally the fatigue catching up to him. You choose to sneak out and never make any noise just in case. Upon coming to your house, when you tried pulling out the key from your pocket, you noticed that in your keychain there is a simple ring attached to it. You tried so hard to remember when you received it since it looks so unfamiliar but shook it off when the hangover made your head hurt.

After half a year, you never met Price again but you do admit that every time you remember the ghost of his touch, you shudder and wants to feel it again. Anyway, you were minding your own business one day, when a man caged you in your shopping cart and whispered in you ear “What’s for dinner, dear wife? You owe me that after you left with no details to contact and find you. Hmmm?”

😈 Konig

You two caught eyes when you looked at the corner and a man was sitting there, sipping his drink, while his eyes were locked on you. Seeing how his eyes stare at you and the way you think his adam apple moved very sexily, you smiled at him, and he took it as an invitation to come closer. He sat beside you and at first, you were caught off guard when you heard his high pitched voice. You were expecting something deeper since he is huge like a dangerous bear. But the surprise were soon forgotten when you started talking and funnily enough, he was good in continuing the conversation. Either with his side comments or side puns, usually you don't really like it much, but when he did it, you thought it was cute and fun.

A bit of drink later, he started a somewhat suggestive joke, which you retorted with an innuendo joke. You two were just staring at each other at first, then you just found yourself at the bar’s bathroom, legs spread, panty shoved to the side and his tongue on you. Honestly, you can't remember that much, but when you closed your eyes from an orgasm, the memories seems to be patchy. You can't remember the details, but you felt when your head fell into a cheap bed and heard the creaking as he crawled and kissed your leg from your thighs up to your core. You woke up the next day, sore and barely able to walk. He was just too huge and he went rough once he found his pace and see how you're enjoying it.

Let's just say the bruises you saw on your neck before leaving were tattooed inside your head. You even promised that you will never do that again as you sneakily went out. Later that night, you prepared food for the stray dog you fed. He doesn't like living inside a home so you let him wander with a collar and your contact number. You went out to your backyard and called for him. You had to do it twice before you heard a bark from a bush and happily went over there and called for him again. As you come closer though, you quickly realized that your stray dog was not the only one there, in fact a familiar figure was petting your dog, who happily wags its tail, and when he noticed that you finally saw him in the dark, he barked and you realized you're fucked.

[ceilidho]

that reblog just made me consider.... "just the tip" trope with possessive best friend soap 👀👀. maybe soap and reader are at his place and are a bit tipsy (or mostly reader is) and end up making out and dry humping and soap escalates things 🫣

my god. your brain. your mind.

"Just the tip" is such a John MacTavish trope, I'm sorry. Best friend that you've just started hooking up with, just a little light kissing here and there, something Johnny getting a bit handsy and pawing at your tits. His kisses down your neck always sloppy and messy.

The two of you haven't really hooked up yet; it's mainly been heavy petting and grinding in his lap because Johnny can't help coming in his jeans when the two of you make out. He has a hair trigger and no shame and he's always desperate and whining and so quick to get off because he doesn't have the patience to relax and take it slow.

You've been wondering if maybe this whole thing was a bad idea, maybe it's time to call it off because Johnny's been getting more and more amped every single day, like he can't even focus on anything else except getting his mouth on yours the second he sees you. It's just: *mumbles* "Hi kitty" *immediately ducks his head to kiss you with tongue*

But then the two of you are lying in his bed, both on your sides, kissing until your lips are swollen, and Johnny's like, "Can we just - ah - dinnae have to do anything, kitty, but can I feel it? Jus' wanna...wanna feel it on my cock" and he's already sliding your panties down your thighs, till they're just trapped around your knees and he rolls a bit over you, slotting his cock between your legs. Working himself up and groaning into your neck, cock rubbing against your pussy, slippery and wet, head catching on your opening and he makes no move to pull away.

You've lost the plot too, head empty except for the sound of your name when he whines it. Only protesting a little when the head catches and he pushes in just the slightest bit. "Jus' the tip, kitty," Johnny swears, breathless, rubbing his sweaty forehead into the side of your head. "Promise, 'kay? We dinnae have to - oh fuck - don'....don' have to..."

Promise forgotten when his hips roll into yours again and you clench tight around him and his hand comes down to your hip and pulls you closer, pushing in another couple of inches.