#they are whores

[snowberrycherry]

i speak for everyone when i say we NEED a part 2 for borderline shit got my 🐱howling 😔

!,!,?.?😭 i hope it’s ok🩵sry this took so long // @sweetirilly here’s ur tag ꨄ︎

Borderline part 2

pairings: könig x simon riley x fem! reader

warnings: pure filth, ghost fingers you while konig eats you out so threesome, read at your own risk , mdni

part 1 here

a/n we’re editing this in the morning

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The irony behind this entire situation was not even 48 hours ago you had been secretly craving, wasting away precious time in your daydreams about them both. Your lonely desires for them both. It hit you like a brick, recalling all the countless times your recurring fantasy had taken place. Something about it was so obscene. Yet as much as you tried the images of them making you feel ways you had never felt before were dangerously appealing. So when you saw him simply standing there, hand reaching down to rub himself through his jeans, it single-handedly validated everything you wanted to know.

“Do you trust me?” your voice was quieter than you had expected. König looked up at you, still preoccupied with his motions between your legs, “Yes…of course”. He gave a confused look when he saw your fingers make a motioning gesture as if you were waving someone in. A ripple of fear coursed through him when he heard the door open once more. He pulled away again, trying his best to smush himself back underneath your desk.

You laughed, “It’s okay come out”. The alarmed expression on his face when he saw a dark, looming shadow of another person. He shot you a bewildered look, raising his eyebrows.

“Is it okay if he joins?” you whispered, “You can always say no”, you added, leaning forward to tuck a strand of his hair that had fallen in his face. The look in his eyes was changing so quickly from confusion to jealousy, but eventually, they settled on one final emotion, longing. He only wanted you and honestly didn’t care who was involved, as long as he had you. A silent nod confirmed everything you needed to know. 

“Good,” Simon said before pulling you up, so you were standing right before him. You reached up for his blonde hair and smashed his lips against yours. The kiss seemed much more overdue than you had expected. It was pervaded with desperation and yearning. His warm lips moved against yours with so much fervor, like he had needed this too. He broke away from you, sitting down to take the spot you were previously in. He tugged you over to him guiding you down onto his lap. You heard him let out a shaky sigh, “König, you can continue”. 

Contentedly, he followed instructions and went back to the position on his knees before you, peeling your pants fully off your legs this time. He smoothly shoved your underwear to the side, dragging his tongue up your entire pussy at an agonizedly slow speed. Already overstimulated from before you shuddered at the sensation. Another long, firm lick made your notion hazy. Even more, pleasure ensued when you felt Simons pry open your thighs even wider so König could have better access to lap at you. Simon lifted a hand and brought his middle finger to your lips, “Suck”. You moaned loudly as you swirled your tongue, covering it with your spit. When he seemed satisfied with your work, he brought it right down to your cunt, pressing down on the most sensitive spot. You sighed and let your eyes close at the feeling of his finger and Königs skilled tongue right on your sensitive pussy, bringing every nerve in your body to life. Your hips started to buck frantically, already on the edge of cumming.

That’s when all movements bluntly stopped, your eyes opened, expecting them to make you beg for an orgasm, but you were shocked as you watched them switch places with Simons plunging his finger deep inside of you while König moved his mouth up, wrapping them around your clit, sucking like his life depended on it. You let out a cry at the double pleasure, the messy mixture of spit and your juices all over your cunt out a cry at the double pleasure, the messy mixture of spit and your juices all over your cunt made it so much better. The filthy wet sounds made your head dizzy, trying your hardest to clamp your legs together. However, your lame attempts were useless as Simon forcefully pried them open before inserting another long finger. All the while König slobbered all over you wherever he could reach, occasionally bumping into the digit that was knuckles deep within you. It was all so much of the perfect blend of pleasure. “I’m so close please don’t stop” you begged, practically crying. “Just let go” Simon murmured into your hair, thrusting his finger even faster. The vibrations of Konig's hum in agreement and the way Simon was fingering you, hitting your g spot repeatedly made the pressure in your stomach spill over. He quickly removed his hand from your dripping pussy and grabbed at Konig's hair, forcing him even deeper. His other hand that was keeping you spread apart traveled to your tits. Without him keeping you stable your legs locked Konig's head in place. This time he allowed you to suffocate him as he lapped up everything through your climax, drinking up every last drop. He tapped at your thighs, telling you he needed air. He broke away panting when you let him go. His face was glistening when he stood, leaning down to kiss you. You could taste yourself against him, the action was so filthy you had to control every ounce of dignity you had to beg and plead for another round. “My turn,” Simon voiced, gently tilting your head to the side so his lips met yours in a passionate embrace. He was surprisingly sweet for such a serious person. He was overheating with lust and fulfillment.

An unexpected, but welcomed notion. You broke away first taking hold of one of Königs rough hands, pressing his palm against your face while Simon rubbed circular motions on your waist. Despite the fact that minutes ago you had just come down from the best high by their lewd acts, your heart was more than content. Like everything fell in place like a perfect puzzle.

“So… when are you all free again?”

[a-reyy]

John Constantine and Bruce Wayne definitely hooked up….that’s it, That’s the post.

[louiswmalik]

So you’re telling me that while Louis is slutting it up on stage, shirt ripped open, dancing in shorts, graduating with cunt honours — Zayn is having his first interview in six years on a podcast that was originally a how-to on being more dominant in the bedroom?

[frownyalfred]

a nosy socialite at an event, leaning down: “Oh Richard, it must be so hard for you in that house, what with Bruce’s…proclivities for nighttime guests.”

Dick Grayson, fully aware at age 13 that Bruce Wayne is a Loser™ whose only “nighttime guest” is Clark Kent, who comes over to “review cases” with Bruce before/after patrol while both of them awkwardly ignore any and all tension between them: “Something like that.”

[sorchathered]

Please remember your favorite writers are attention whores with a praise kink, they need validation to survive. Feed them comments and reblogs to save a life.

[jay-wasstuff]

The group chat with Wade, Logan and Nicepool

[pinkfilm]

it’s like no one wants to fucking take their bloody hands and cup their lover’s face, making a streak of red on their cheek with their thumb before passionately kissing anymore 

[animatedtext]

[yurimartyr]

wow they literally got rid of the entire fucking site huh

[theemporium]

nobody touch me. nobODY FUCKING TOUCH ME—

[ozzgin]

man, now we just need pizza delivery, not enough money for pizza and it'll be another porn trope lol

gender neutral reader, NSFW, pizza sauce is back

Ordering pizza for you and your pals, except the monstrous delivery guy had other plans for payment.

"What took you so long?" one of your friends asks, somewhat baffled by the delay.

You straighten your clothes and try your best to walk normally, as if you weren't just ravaged by a beast, and place the bent box on the table. You can barely remember what just happened; all you know is that you'll be avoiding the stuffed crust. You don’t want flashbacks to your torn hole.

"What kind of sauce is this, even?" someone else has lifted the cardboard lid, gawking at the drenched dough. A sticky, white liquid is splattered over the pizza.

You realize, horrified, how careless you were in your erotic escapade.

"Maybe it's better if I order another one", you suggest, cheeks burning up at the idea.

Except this time, you open the door to two gargantuan creatures. Your fuck buddy has brought reinforcements.

[chez-cinnamon]

I want to fuck your Caine so bad it makes me want to kms

CW Suggestive:

Anon you are so right but I'm so sorry I can only think of this audio seeing your ask

[jay-wasstuff]

Bitches be like "this is my comfort character" and it's Logan the Worst Wolverine who hasn't had a day of happiness until Wade came in and gave him purpose, family and a new home.

[ln4wins]

he’s a slut in a skimpy outfit.