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Dad Jokes

Attn: Just idea that bounced off this about Sy telling cheesy jokes. Hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 959

Pairing: Sy x Wife or Longterm gf Reader

Summary: You point out Sy telling dad jokes, it gives him an idea.

Warnings: 18+, breeding kink, dry humping, fem receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, squirting, multiple creampies

“God you’re always telling those dad jokes,” you chuckle. “I ain’t a dad,” Sy replies. “Well you don’t have to—,” you say before stopping short. Sy’s pulled you astraddle his lap, eyes darkening. “But I could be,” he says as he paws at your thighs, cock swelling beneath you. “Sy,” you breathe.

“It would be so easy… slipping right in, no condom. Fillin’ you up with load after load of cum. Then keeping myself plugged in tight, not wasting a drop. Fuck. Your pussy would be so warm wrapped tight around me,” he says as he begins grinding against your clothed core. “You’d look so fuckin’ sexy pregnant,” he husks. And you can’t help yourself. With his words and movements, your body is humming with arousal. Your hips rock against his until you come from grinding against him.

“That’s my girl. Gotta be nice and slick for me to slide right in that tight pussy of yours. Whatcha think baby? Gonna let me put a baby in you? Breed that sweet pussy of yours?,” he nearly growls. His hands start roaming, squeezing every tinder bit of flesh he can grasp as his lips suckle on the sweet spot of your neck.

You and Sy had talked about having children someday, but you’d never imagined something as simple as mentioning dad jokes would set him off like this. It’s making you so hot though… You’ve got to be ovulating, you think. “Let me make you a mama,” he says against your lips before kissing you hungrily. His hips keep rutting at you, making you come again. He hums in approval against your lips as your thighs shake.

“Yes. Please Sy,” you manage, and with that he carries you to the bedroom and strips the both of you in record time. He buries his face between your legs moaning at the taste of you, before adding two fingers and curling into your gspot. “Sy I— I can’t,” you say, your poor clit already oversensitive from all the stimulation. “Just one time baby. Wanna make sure you’re good and ready,” he says before going back in. “I— I’m ready I sw—,” you choke out before gushing.

He works you through it before kissing up your body. “My beautiful, perfect girl. I knew you could do it,” he says before sliding his tongue into your mouth. You can feel his bare cock sliding against you. It makes you whimper. “Tell me you want it darlin’,” he says as he reaches down and teases your entrance. “I want it. I want you. Want your cum inside me. Want—,” you get out before he slides in. “Mother fucker,�� he gasps once he’s fully set.

He kisses you, letting the both of you adjust to the feeling before sitting back. “I gotta see,” he says as he pushes your thighs back against your chest. “Oh God,” he says at the sight of the two of you. “Looks so fuckin’ good baby,” he tells you as he starts slipping and sliding in and out of you. You let out a few choked moans as your eyes roll back. “I’m.. so close,” you sob. “Hottest fuck of my life baby. Let me have it. Wanna feel you,” he says.

He watches in awe as your pussy convulses around him, leaving a creamy ring around the base of his cock. Sy fucks you for what feels like hours, loading your pussy up with more cum than he’s ever put out. He can tell you’re getting fucked out, and quickly pulls out long enough to spoon up behind you and shove back in. He wraps an arm around you, clasping your breast in his hand, before sticking two fingers in your mouth.

“Mmm,” you hum around them. When he pulls the slippery digits out, he reaches between your legs and strums at your puffy clit. “Sy… Sy please,” you squeal. “Need this last one darlin’. I know you’re about spent, but you’re doin’ so damn good for me. Just one more and we’ll go to sleep. Can you do that for me?,” he asks as he pushes in and stops for a moment. Your mind is foggy, and honestly unsure but your body is responding nonetheless. “Yes,” you tell him, pushing back against him.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises as he starts back a steady pace. “Fuck me harder. Want it,” you tell him. He holds you tight, hand squeezing your breast while the other simply applies pressure to your clit as he throttles you. You moan nonsensically, getting louder and louder. Sy knows what that means and starts back stroking your clit. “Come on,” he huffs into your neck.

Your entire body seems to vibrate as you come harder than you have the entire night. Sy holds your hips tight as your cum pours out of you. “Feels good don’t it baby? I’m about to bust too, all in this sweet slippery cunt. You want some more of my cum sweetheart? Tell me you fuckin’ want it,” he grits out. “I want it. I want it,” you sob. “S’all yours,” he says just as he explodes.

As promised he lets you rest after. He’s still hard as a rock, and keeps himself pressed tight inside your sopping pussy. “Thank you,” he says, turning your head and giving you a kiss. “Mmhm,” you mumble tiredly. He reaches down and grabs the covers before throwing them over you. “I love you. You’re gonna make such a good mama,” he whispers. “I love you too Sy. And you’ll make the perfect dad, you’ve already got the jokes down pact,” you reply sheepishly, making Sy chuckle.

Safe to say the two of you don’t leave the bedroom much the next few days.

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changenameno · 7 days ago

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I’m melting this whole thing is so so precious! 👏😍love how protective he is🤗 and it’s so well written❤️✨

Y/N stood in the middle of a display aisle lined with bassinets, her fingers trailing over the smooth edge of one she’d been eyeing for the past ten minutes. At six months pregnant, her movements were slower, more deliberate, but there was a spark in her eyes that Simon hadn’t seen in weeks.

“This one,” she said finally, turning to him with the kind of finality that usually ended a debate before it started.

Simon crossed his arms, broad shoulders dwarfing the dainty furniture around them. “No. We’re not havin’ the baby sleepin’ in our room.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“In their own room, Y/N. Proper nursery. That’s what it’s for.”

She narrowed her eyes, one hand bracing instinctively on her belly. “You want me to get up and walk across the hall at 2 a.m. every time they cry?”

Simon hesitated, his voice dropping to that low, even tone he used when he thought he was being perfectly reasonable. “They’ll be fine. And you’ll sleep better without every grunt and whimper wakin’ you up.”

Y/N snorted, the sound sharp with disbelief. “You think I’m going to sleep with them down the hall? Simon, I barely sleep now with them inside me.”

“Y/N…”

“No,” she cut in, the steel in her voice unmistakable. “First six months, they’re in our room. Bassinet right next to us. I need to know they’re okay.”

Simon ran a hand over the back of his neck, trying not to let the tiny flicker of anxiety he felt show. The truth was, the idea of having the baby in the same room scared him in ways he couldn’t explain. Every sound, every breath, he’d be up all night checking, making sure nothing happened.

He sighed. “I just don’t want you runnin’ yourself ragged.”

Y/N softened slightly, reading more in his tone than in his words. She reached out, taking his gloved hand in hers and placing it against the curve of her stomach. “You’re not getting rid of them that easily, Riley. They’re staying close. For both of us.”

Simon’s jaw ticked, his mask hiding the complicated tangle of emotions running through him. After a long pause, he muttered, “Fine. Bassinet in our room.”

Y/N smirked, victory shining in her eyes as she turned back to the display. “Knew you’d come around.”

Simon just shook his head, the faintest edge of a smile in his voice. “You’re bloody impossible, Y/N.”

Y/N moved methodically through the rows of tiny baby clothes, her tentative eyes scanning each rack with the same intensity she usually reserved for weapons checks. Every so often she’d pause, pluck out a muted cream romper or a sage-green onesie, and hold it up to the light before nodding to herself.

“Gender-neutral only,” she muttered, half to herself. “I don’t want to know until I’m holding them for the first time.”

Simon followed a step behind, the growing mountain of clothes draped over his arm. He’d carried kit bags through combat zones that weighed less.

He watched her waddle down the aisle, the subtle sway in her hips more pronounced now that she was six months along. For the first time since he’d met her, hell, in the six years they’d been married, Y/N didn’t move like someone who could dismantle a man in three seconds flat. She moved carefully, a hand always bracing against her belly as if to shield their child from the world.

And it did something to him.

Every instinct screamed to take the weight from her, to make sure she didn’t have to reach, lift, or even bend. So he did, plucking packages from the higher racks before she could, guiding her around displays with a steady hand on the small of her back, carrying everything before she even thought to.

“Simon,” she said finally, shooting him a sharp look over her shoulder. “You’re hovering.”

He didn’t bother denying it. “You look like you’re about to topple over with every step.”

Her lips twitched, though she tried to suppress the smile. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t care,” Simon replied, adjusting the stack of clothes against his chest.

Y/N shook her head, returning to her hunt for soft yellows and muted grays. “You realize I’m still me, right? Being pregnant doesn’t make me fragile.”

“Maybe not,” Simon allowed, his voice low and steady. “But you look… different. Feels wrong not helpin’.”

Y/N froze briefly at that, her expression softening despite herself. She turned back to the rack, hiding the small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.

Simon juggled two overstuffed shopping bags in each hand and balanced a third against his hip, the pile of baby clothes and supplies threatening to spill with every step.

Y/N walked a pace behind him, arms swinging free and a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “You know,” she called, “normal couples split the load. You’re not a pack mule.”

“Not lettin’ you carry a thing,” Simon replied without looking back, his voice gruff with finality.

“You’re overprotective,” she teased, quickening her pace to walk beside him. “I’m pregnant, not porcelain.”

Simon glanced at her, the overhead sunlight cutting a line across his mask that covered only his mouth. His gaze inevitably drifted down, catching on the pronounced curve of her belly straining against her shirt.

“…You’ve gotten big,” he murmured, more to himself than her.

Y/N shot him a sidelong glare, eyes narrowing. “You’re not supposed to say that to a pregnant woman, Simon.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, shifting the bags in his hands. “Not what I meant. You sure it’s just one in there?”

She rolled her eyes. “For the hundredth time, yes. And before you ask, no, I didn’t ask the doctor. I told them I only wanted to know if the baby was okay. Everything else can wait.”

Simon unlocked the truck and began loading the bags into the back, his movements slower than usual, thoughtful. “Feels like there’s two,” he muttered, almost to himself.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning against the passenger door. “What, do you have some kind of twin radar?”

“Just sayin’,” he said, closing the tailgate with a soft thud. “You’re carryin’ somethin’ precious. Hard not to… want to take every weight off your shoulders.”

The teasing smile faded from her face, replaced by a softer, more complicated expression. “Simon…”

He turned to face her fully, meeting her gaze. “Can’t help it, love. You look so damn… defenseless sometimes. Never seen you like that. Feels wrong not doin’ everythin’ I can.”

For once, Y/N had no quick comeback. She looked away, fighting the warmth creeping up her neck, and murmured, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” Simon agreed easily, opening her door for her. “And you’re stuck with me.”

The hum of the engine filled the truck’s cab, a steady backdrop to the faint smell of cinnamon rolls still lingering from the box Y/N had insisted on grabbing before they left the store.

Simon kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, his eyes flicking between the road and the gentle curve of her belly in the passenger seat. No matter how many times he looked, it always caught him off guard, how much she was showing now, how real all of this felt.

Y/N turned her head, catching him staring. A slow smirk spread across her face.

“You’re doing it again,” she said, eyes glinting with amusement.

Simon’s gaze snapped back to the road. “Doin’ what?”

“Looking at me like I’m smuggling state secrets under my shirt,” she teased, resting a hand over her stomach. “Still convinced it’s twins, aren’t you?”

Simon huffed. “Feels like it.”

She chuckled softly, leaning her head back against the seat. “Maybe you’re just not used to seeing me like this. All… defenseless.”

His grip on the wheel tightened imperceptibly. “Not the word I’d use,” he muttered.

Y/N arched an eyebrow. “Oh? What word, then?”

Simon hesitated, the weight of his stare briefly shifting to her before returning to the road. “…Precious.”

For a split second, the teasing look in her eyes faltered, replaced by something warmer that made her chest tighten. She turned back to the window quickly, hiding the faint flush creeping up her cheeks.

“That’s disgustingly sappy, Riley,” she said after a beat, her voice laced with forced nonchalance.

Simon smirked faintly. “You’re welcome.”

Y/N fought the smile tugging at her lips, choosing instead to prod at him. “You know, for someone who claims he’s not overprotective, you haven’t taken your eyes off me, or the alleged twins, for more than five seconds.”

Simon grunted, shifting gears. “Not takin’ chances.”

Y/N laughed quietly, the sound soft but genuine, and for the rest of the drive, the teasing subsided into a comfortable, charged silence, Simon still sneaking glances when he thought she wasn’t looking, and Eris secretly touched by every single one.

The room was bathed in soft, warm light, shadows pooling in the corners as Simon and Y/N lay close together on their bed. The air was still, filled only with the quiet rhythm of their breathing.

Simon’s face was bare, unmasked, the usual stoic barrier replaced by something softer, tired, but present. His dark eyes met Y/N’s as she traced lazy circles over her swollen belly, the glow from the bedside lamp catching the glint of her eyes.

Breaking the silence, Simon’s voice was low and hesitant, almost vulnerable. “I’ve been thinkin’ about names.”

Y/N paused, hand still resting lightly on her stomach. “You have?”

“Yeah,” he said, his gaze steady. “Not just any names. Ones that mean somethin’.”

She blinked, surprised by the seriousness in his tone. “I thought you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself.”

Simon smiled faintly, a softness in his expression she hadn’t seen before. “I used to feel that way. But now, knowin’ you, knowin’ we’re doin’ this… it feels real. I want the name to be right.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she moved closer, letting her head rest gently against his shoulder. “What kind of names are you thinking?”

“Strong ones,” Simon said quietly. “Names that mean something to us, to them. Names that remind them of where we came from, and where they're goin’.”

She smiled, warmth spreading through her chest. “You’re more sentimental than you let on.”

He shrugged, voice gruff but affectionate. “Only when it counts.”

Y/N leaned up, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. “I like that.”

Simon wrapped an arm around her, fingers threading through hers, and in the quiet of their shared home, they both let themselves believe in the future waiting just beyond the night.

Let me know what you guys think! Night y'all.

Thank you for reading!💚

#ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod fluff #books & libraries

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changenameno · 7 days ago

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Feels so accurate, love this idea👏❤️✨

simon riley has the worst laugh you've ever heard, sounds like you told someone to laugh and they'd only ever read about what laughter is. that deep spoken "heh heh heh" that he lets out in response to his own jokes is so insincere that you hesitate to even all it laughter but he is so clearly enjoying himself that it gives you pause. you ask around but whenever you ask gaz or soap to imitate ghost's laugh you get the same results. so you live with it. you live with the spoken word poem of laughter that spills out of him.

until you're sitting on the patio of a nice little seafood place trying to decide between the paella and the scampi and look up just in time to watch a child fall sideways off a bicycle. and simon Laughs like a lawnmower starting up. a deep revving of unused motors that climbs out of his throat with a wheeze of breath. the ugliest thing you've ever heard in your life accompanying tears that burst from simon's eyes as he struggles to find composure. there's a snort here and there, as the engine dies into silent shudders, bracketing attempts to heave in the air he's so rapidly pushing out with some sound. it isn't until he finally manages to pull himself together that he clears his throat and goes:

"kids fallin' off things," a sniff, "always funny."

"you've got a nice laugh." you tell him.

"always thought it sounded like a strangled goose."

"yeah, but it's nice." it's more sincere than he likes, and you can tell he's going to be grumbling about it later by the pink that tinges his ears. you're treated to a half mumbled "fuck off" and later, when you tell a particularly horrible joke, the same lawn mower chain rattles its way through your flat.

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod fluff #books & libraries

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changenameno · 7 days ago

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That is gold and so in character, how are they that adorable 😍

Thank you for writing and sharing this❤️✨

Oh how about you trying to sleep on the couch after an argument with the 141 men. How would they react?

Honestly? Not well.

Ghost is grabbing a pillow and a blanket that is far too small for him to sleep on the floor next to you. It’ll be the most pathetic thing you’ve ever seen that you forget that you’re mad at him.

Soap is just as pathetic but in a different way. He’ll stare at you from afar with those beautiful blue puppy eyes. As you continue to ignore him, he’ll creep closer and closer until he’s eventually laying on top of you, asking if you’re still angry with him.

Gaz respects your need for space but doesn’t believe in going to bed angry, or sleeping apart for that matter. He’ll drag out the air mattress, make far too much noise, and then set up beside you, grunting and groaning and tossing and turning and sighing until you give in.

Price puts his foot down about you sleeping on the couch after an argument. Think you’re going to sleep alone? Think again. You won’t even make it to the couch. That man will toss you over his shoulder or drag you back to bed if he has to.

CoD Headcanons / AUs / Quick Writes Masterlist

#task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 headcanons #cod fluff

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changenameno · 7 days ago

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Oooooh damn!!!! 🥵🥵🥵consider this kink added…didn’t even know I’d like that but oh wow I’m blown away this is so filthy and I absolutely loved it😍😍👏👏

Amazing job as always ❤️✨

Dad Jokes

Attn: Just idea that bounced off this about Sy telling cheesy jokes. Hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 959

Pairing: Sy x Wife or Longterm gf Reader

Summary: You point out Sy telling dad jokes, it gives him an idea.

Warnings: 18+, breeding kink, dry humping, fem receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, squirting, multiple creampies

Safe to say the two of you don’t leave the bedroom much the next few days.

#henry cavill characters #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x reader #books & libraries

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changenameno · 7 days ago

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I’m very late with this, but still thank you so much for reading and reblogging ❤️✨

Wild Ride PART 3

(Complete, links to the first and second part, down below)

Summary: You’ve arrived at the wedding, with three rather frustrated guys, what to do? - “I’m sure you’ll make it up to us later, won’t you darling?”

– Well it’s later now...

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader, Sy x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader

Warnings: 18+, cursing, size kink, ‘voyeurism’, foursome, vaginal fingering, oral sex, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, praise-kink, lots of manhandling (because they are all brutes), fluffy ending, MDNI

Word count: 3.5 K

A/N: Well what can I say, I just couldn’t torture the guys like that, so they’ll finally get some relieve in this part… It’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you❤️✨ ENJOY !

  ! Neither Nomis, nor Walter Marshall, Syverson or August Walker are my creation!

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(In case you’ve missed PART 1 or PART 2)

PART 3

The remaining car ride flew by, like nothing. At least for you, satisfied and a little drowsy. The guys on the other hand, couldn’t await the arrival.

Unfortunately for them the traffic had been slow, so you were running a little late.

Meaning there was no time to unpack or go up into the hotel room. Instead you were ushered along, by a nervous looking bridesmaid.

During the ceremony you four stood in the back, because the seats were filled already. Once the first dance of the married couple took place, it was way past noon.

You tried ignoring the heated glares you received from the three gentleman. When you were dancing with Walter, there was suddenly a tap on your shoulder, so you turned around. August’s sly smile greeting you as he held out a hand, “May I have this next dance?”

Knowing he was up to no good, you hesitated but nodded slowly. With more grace than you thought him capable off, August started to glide over the dance-floor, with you secure in his arms. Swaying this way and that. You were nearly a little disappointed when the song ended and he hadn’t made ‘the’ move.

But just before you reached the buffet, a hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back against a sturdy body, “Suite 222, in fifteen. Don’t be late. Think you kept us waitin’ long enough, Sugar’.”

Shockingly Sy’s raspy voice was enough to get your panties wet again.

He didn’t wait for an answer, simply went around the buffet to the doorway, where August and Walter were waiting. Mouth gaping you watched as the three guys retreated. Walter gave you a last reassuring look over his shoulder then winked teasingly, before he was gone as well.

Good God, what’ve you gotten yourself into?

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Because you didn’t want to wait one more damned second, you went to the front desk after only ten minutes. “Excuse me, erm. Could I get the elevator key to suite 222?”

The bespectacled woman behind the desk, gave you a once over then asked, “Mrs. Walker I presume?”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, to prevent the snarky remark from leaving your lips. That annoying mother*cker had dared…

But then a gleeful smile curled your lips upwards, as you thought about Walter’s reaction, when you’d tell him later, what August had done.

Trying to keep your voice as casual as possible you answered,” Yeah that’s me. Mrs. Walker.”

She simply reached inside a drawer and handed you a small golden key, you thanked her and made your way over to the elevator, getting inside.

You had to hand it to August though, he was classy. Just the elevator looked extremely expensive already, with gold and white marble. There was only one button you could press with a small keyhole besides it. Putting the key in and turning it, made the doors glide shut, then you pressed the button and the elevator began to ascend.

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The elevator dinged and the doors opened, making your presents known to the three waiting men.

You took a few steps into the spacious room. There to your right, stood Sy. He was only wearing his dress pants, showing off his deliciously muscled and hairy chest. Sparkling blue eyes taking in your every movement, as you slowly stepped out of your heels.

Nearby there were two chairs, deliberately positioned diagonally to a bed. Not just any bed, there behind him was the largest one you’d ever seen, dark wooden frames in stark contrast to the snow white sheets on top.

At first, giddy as you were, you didn’t see the other two entering the suite. As more pressing urges overtook you for a second, sprinting to the bed and jumping backwards onto the soft mattress, bouncing slightly, giggling all the while.

As you sat up, August leaned against a sideboard arms crossed, a soft smile grazing his lips. His white dress shirt unbuttoned.

The mattress dipping, made you look away, to your right. Walter, only clad in his boxer shorts, had sat down next to you, an even softer expression on his face,” You know I love you, right?”

“Of course. By the way, I happen to love you too, you know,” you murmured back, while crawling closer to him. He reached out and easily manoeuvred you to straddle his lap, “Mmmh I know. What I meant is…You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, alright? You can stop anytime, yeah?”

Thankful for Walter’s reassurance you nodded. “Yeah.” Then added a little louder, meaning to address the whole room, “So, how do you want me?” Biting your lip for good measure.

Sy’s answering growl followed suit, “Ohh fuck, you wanna kill us darlin’?”

You felt warmth soaring through your body when August’s demanding rasp sounded, “Come here.”

To Walter’s disappointment you slid off his lap, then you sauntered over to where August was leaning against the sideboard still. He straightened up as you came to a stop in front of him, towering over you, uncrossing his arms. Immediately jumping at the opportunity presented, you let your fingers touch his toned stomach.

Playfully skimming upwards to his broad shoulders, raising goosebumps as you went along. And then trying to strip him of his dress shirt. As he caught on, to what you were doing, he shrugged his shoulders back and pulled the offending fabric all the way off his body.

You wanted to admire his whole form, so you tried taking a step back, but you only succeeded in colliding with another large, naked chest. Tilting your head back, you were met with sparkling blue eyes once again, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?”

Shuddering, you felt trapped between those two impossibly wide bodies. Like a deer to be devoured by its predators. Though all this accomplished, was that your core tightened and your nipples began poking through the thin fabric of your dress. Body getting even more exited for what was to come.

“You know, I think we should make the dressing situation square. Someone’s terribly overdressed, no?”

Before you could answer, Sy’s huge paws landed on your shoulders, moving smoothly to the sipper of your dress. Pulling it down, exposing you to your lower back. Then he swiftly pulled it open wider and the sleeves down your arms. Your own hands assisting in taking off your dress completely, till it landed at your feet.

Both August and the captain were breathing heavily, eyes caressing every patch of your skin that lay bare. Using their stupefied state, you slipped from between their bodies and darted to your boyfriend on the bed, who had watched everything until now.

Walter pulled you closer, so you were sitting on your knees between his outstretched legs, while he was leaning against the headboard. “Who is overdressed now?”, you purred back August’s previous statement.

Both men shuffled over to the left side of the bed, nearly losing their footing in their hurry to undress. Swallowing thickly, your heart stopped for a second.

Because they had not, as you thought they would, just removed their pants. Oh no, they now stood to your left as naked as the day they were born.

“Fu-ucking hell…”

You didn’t know where to look first. They were both as enormously gifted down there as Walter. And just as achingly hard.

August had a thick vein pulsing, running from his crown all the way down, and you wanted nothing more than to follow it with your tongue. Up and up, until you could get to that pearly drop of precum. Unconsciously liking your lips.

Sy took the initiative and climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, his index finger beckoning you forward and towards him.

Though before you complied, you turned in Walter’s arms and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, making him groan into your mouth. It didn’t last very long, only a few moments then you escaped his embrace, again. You’d swear that you felt Walter’s frustrated growl, vibrate through your body, making your cunt pulse in response. Might be that you should stop, poking the bear.

Still you crawled to Sy, mouth salivating. Between his tree-trunk thighs, stood his massive, erect cock against his stomach. Twitching violently when you propped yourself up, on said thighs. Next you leaned up, planting your sweet lips against his.

His big hands gripped your waist, dragging you up his thighs and pressing your panty clad pussy directly to his raging hard-on. Mewling and trembling, you grasped his bearded chin tighter and rolled your hips.

Yet his hands stopped your movement instantly. You pulled your head back, unsure, “Don’t you want?”

“Oh if you knew how much I want. It’s just… I’m gonna blow right now, if you don’t stop. And I wanna do that somewhere else, okay sugar’?”

“O-okay.”

He smirked then let you down gently on the bed, you’d forgotten for a moment that next to you, there was a rather frustrated August awaiting his turn. He leaned onto the bed and grabbed your thighs, effortlessly though roughly pulling you to him. A whimper escaped your lips, at his rugged manhandling of you.

Like a hungry panther he crawled over your body and attacked your neck with bruising kisses. You opened your legs wider, so he could settle between them, searing lips wondering down to your black lacy bra.

Without removing his lips, his hands slithered behind your back, unceremoniously opening your bra then wrenching it off. Sitting up a little August’s dilated pupils landed on the most perfect set of tits he’d ever encountered.

Bending down once more, he whispered against your left nipple, “Breath-taking.” Then he encircled it with his hot tongue, making you bow your back at the sensation. He focused a while on your left side before he switched and gave your right tit the same treatment, only coming up to ask, “I need a real taste. May I, love?”

For a second your head was so foggy from the pleasure that you didn’t understand what he meant. But as soon as his callused hands skated down your stomach to the waistband of your panties, you knew. “Y-yes, please.”

The sinister glint in his sapphires, made you gush some more especially because he added huskily, “Such a good girl, begging already.”

Apparently patience running thin, behind you Walter snarled, sounding more animal than man, “Get on with it. Or do you need help?”

August ignored him, but moved further down, kneeling on the floor pulling you with him, so your legs were on either side of his head. Your panties were gone faster than a speeding bullet.

You couldn’t even concentrate on the man between your legs, because just then Sy and Walter scooted over and knelt by your head. Huge cocks bobbing.

Evidently Walter had removed his boxers some time ago when you weren’t paying attention. Now kneeling behind your head, holding his cock in hand, like a weapon, slowly moving up and down, penetrating gaze fixed on your wet, wet pussy.

The captain wasn’t fairing much better, holding his cock close to your face, though eyes focused on your slightly parted lips. When August’s wide tongue swiped through your folds a loud moan broke free from deep within you, and then three resounding grunts followed yours. He hummed against your centre, making your hips buck up, “Fuck, so wet. And you really do taste fantastic.”

You were only able to mewl in response as his nose brushed your clit and he began tongue fucking you in earnest. Fingers of your left hand digging into something hot, while you jerked in August’s hold. A somewhat anguished voice brought you back to reality, “Sugar’ you better let go, I still need that blood circulation there.”

In your delirium you’d accidently wrapped your hand around Sy’s boner a little too tightly, quickly retracting your hand and gripping the bedspread instead. And not a moment too soon, because August added one of his long fingers, suckling on your nub and you were done for. Your back bowing off the bed and letting out a loud cry as you came in his mouth.

He fingered you through your release, only then withdrawing, liking his lips clean, though his moustache was still shining with your juices.

Not even quite recovered from your intense orgasm, strong arms lifted you up, hurriedly positioning you on your hands and knees. The only warning your boyfriend gave you, before sliding his thick length in, being a thundered, “My turn!”

A pathetic whimper left your lips as he continued to push further into you, slick easing his way. “Ahhrg, so fucking tight, my love”, he breathed into your ear, hairy chest pressed onto your back.

The added weight suddenly making your arms give out, but he’d curled his biceps around your chest, preventing you from face-planting into the mattress. With a tilt of his hips, Walter shoved himself in to the hilt, which made you feel incredibly full. Incomprehensible noises leaving you.

Walter simply held you against him, letting you adjust to his cock, while whispering praises into your hair. “Such a good, good girl. Yeah that’s it, taking me so well.”

A few minutes passed where your walls finally grew accustomed to the fat rod sparing them open. Taking in a deep breath your eyes fixed onto August, who was still kneeling on the floor, then you glanced to your left at Sy, a wicked idea forming inside your head.

You leaned back into Walter which made him grunt and then you whispered, “I want both of them in my mouth.” He chuckled darkly, purposefully answering loud enough for them to hear, “Pretty sure they want your naughty little mouth on them as well.”

As if he’d put them under his spell, August and Sy were on their feet even before you could begin to feel embarrassed about what Walter had said. Two pairs of lust blown pupils landing on your naked form, moving south and lingering where Walter and you were now conjoined, tight pussy fluttering around his angry cock.

Without leaving your hot cavern, your boyfriend half pushed, half carried you to the edge of the mattress. The movement making you moan softly, aching for him to finally fuck you with intent.

When you didn’t immediately reach for the weeping cocks in front of you, Sy grew impatient and grabbed your hand, putting it around his. Beginning to move it up and down his length, until you found the perfect rhythm. Moan after moan leaving him.

Having such a hunk of a man standing there, falling apart because of you, made you feel incredibly powerful. “Yeah just like that, sugar’. Perfect!”

Walter let go of your upper body enough, so you could lean forward onto your unoccupied hand. Which you did, in reach of your mouth there was now August’s enormous member, standing as upright as ever.

Teasing was no longer an option, therefore you quickly got started with the task at hand, letting your tongue swipe up from his balls, along the delicious looking vein still pulsing rapidly under his skin. Obscenely smacking your lips together, over the swollen mushroom-like tip and tasting the first drops of his salty precum.

Becoming putty in your hands as well, he pressed out, “Fu-fuck, love, that tongue of yours…arrgh… Please don’t stop.”

You weren’t really good with multitasking but for them, you’d give it your best shot. Taking August’s cock in as far as it’d go without choking, while continuing to pump your hand on Sy’s in the same rhythm as before. Their freely flowing moans letting you know that they were enjoying it very much.

But you grew restless. Walter still hadn’t started moving and it made the annoyance and frustration within, flair high. More than just a little eager, you pushed back, hard. Hoping he’d get the hint.

He did. One big hand, held onto your hip, as he pulled out nearly all the way, before slamming back inside, fucking you forward and onto August. Choking and drooling a little, your desperate wails were muffled as August’s cock slipped a considerable bit more, down your throat. “Ahh, do that again, “ his husky voice demanded.

Walter needn’t be told that, he simply established a maddening rhythm right from the get go, the motion pushing you back and forth on their members.

Sy’s hand closed around yours, to ensure it’d stay where he needed it most. The suite was filled with choking sounds, grunts and muffled whimpers.

It didn’t take long, before the captain grunted, “Gonna, gonna come.”

To his surprise you let August slip out, pulled your left hand back and wrapped your mouth around Sy’s twitching, leaking cock. “Fuuuuck! Gonna fill you up…” With one last, long groan he came.

To prevent becoming overstimulated, the captain pulled free from your wanton mouth. You had tried swallowing every last drop, during which Walter relentlessly ploughed your sensitive and weeping pussy like a priced breeding bull.

Nevertheless you nearly succeeded, only a few drops of cum running down your chin, showing Sy your empty mouth on the next mewl Walter pulled from you.

Just three loud whimpers could be heard, before August had stuffed his sizable length back down your throat. “That’s better. Taking me so deep. Almost there…just a little more.” You swallowed around his cockhead, making him lose all inhibitions, snapping his hips forward every time Walter pulled you in the opposite direction.

True to his words, after a few more jerks August spilled his warmth down your throat, at least making the swallowing easier. When he’d softened, he went to sit down on one of the chairs near the bed, Sy already sitting on the other one. Both still mesmerized by the erotic sight in front of them, so they simply continued watching. Enjoying the show.

Walter didn’t waste any time, slinging both his beefy arms around you, positioning you upright on his knees, your legs on either side of his, so he could fuck upwards and into your quivering cunt. Bouncing you up and down on his lap, a sudden possessiveness overcame him, so he rasped out, “Who do you belong to?!”

Thoroughly fucked out, you somehow managed a last shout, “Be-belong to…you…WALTER!” Then you came with a violent spasm, pussy gushing around him, juices running down his balls.

He growled, yanking you even closer, coming with one last powerful trust, filling your stomach with even more seed. Beyond exhausted you went completely limp in his embrace, his beard tickling your ear, “You were perfect. Love you so much.”

With closed eyes you replied, addressing the whole room again, “Mmmh so were you.” Adding a, “Love you, too,” just for Walter though. He slowly lifted you off his softening cock, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple and laying you down onto your back with so much care you would have thought you’d be made of glass. When he cuddled into your side, someone asked, “May I?”

Reopening your eyes, there stood August next to the bed looking like a lost puppy, holding out a wet wipe. Before you could answer, your boyfriend took it and slowly began cleaning you between your legs. Making you shiver at the sudden coolness. Once he was finished, Sy stood from his chair and sauntered over, to throw the sullied wipe away.

When he returned, August still stood next to the bed, unsure how to proceed. The captain pulled on his arm and gestured to the pants lying on the floor, meaning to get him to dress. Fortunately you hadn’t dosed off just yet, so you caught the silent gesture.

Parroting back Sy’s previous words, though in a rather wobbly voice, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?” Smiling into your shoulder, Walter added, “This ain’t no hit and run. Come back to bed.”

Feeling out of his depth, August swallowed thickly, “Thought you’d want us to leave?”

You’d never seen them so unsure of themselves, which made them somehow even more endearing than they already were. You simply patted the bed murmuring, “Come you two. There is plenty of space here…”

Finally they made their way over to the huge bed and got in. After a bit of manoeuvring and shuffling around, you were all cuddled together rather comfortably.

Walter being the big spoon hugging you to his chest, August’s biceps acting as your pillow and Sy’s long arm slug over August, his hand resting on your naked hip. Because it was a warm day and you had three furnaces snuggled up to you, there was no need for a blanket, at all.

Completely content you sighed. There was only one thing left to say, cheeky smile curling your lips as you peered at the bewhiskered face in front of you, “Mrs. Walker, huh?”

There was grumbling behind you. Near inaudible because he’d buried his face into your neck, Walter sleepily slurred, “What’s thatmean?”

August had the audacity to look scandalized, swiftly pressing your face further into his biceps to muffle any other comment of yours, as he answered, “Erm, nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Instead of protesting you merely giggled into his arm. Making all three men lovingly smile at the sweet creature within their embrace.

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