#141 smut

[yujivrs]

* TALK DIRTY TO ME

drabbles. their dirty talking styles.

contains. konig, ghost, and price / praise, slight breeding kink, degradation, dumbification.

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konig is surprisingly vocal when he’s rutting into you, though it’s probably not in the way you think. most of his words come out in hushed whispers laced with obscenities. he seems to lose any sense of shame he usually has because he’s just too drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him.

“feels s’fucking good—“ he mindlessly babbles out.

his large palms are stretched out on both sides of you, fingers digging into the mattress, while he keeps you caged underneath him.

“such a greedy pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…”

you can feel his hot breath fanning your face while his darkened eyes are stuck — transfixed — on the creamy white ring that covers his cock. the sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls.

“just begging for me to fill ya up,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. the noise somehow flips a switch in him and has könig fucking into you even harder.

“s’that what ya want? need me to fill ya up, fuck a baby into this pretty cunt?”

price just exudes dominance in all aspects even with his dirty talk, his words are more praising than anything else though. he’s always coaching you through things and telling you how good of a job you’re doing, he knows it gets you off and he also just can’t help but spoil you.

“mhmm, just like that, baby.” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock.

there’s a smirk on his face that he can’t even be bothered to hide when he hears you whining at the praise. he thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. you could be such a brat sometimes, he’d have to deal with that later.

“doing so well,” he says with a groan as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. “but you don’t think you’re gonna make me cum just from this, do you?”

it doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, the tip prodding against your sweet spot just right it has your toes curling.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” his movements are slow and controlled, he knows you’re close — he can feel it — but he’s not going to reward you unless you use yours words.

“come on, princess. all you have to do is beg and i’ll have you screaming for me…”

everything ghost says is absolutely filthy, he is all about the little details. he doesn’t actually notice what he’s saying in the heat of the moment, all he knows is that his words have your cheeks flushing to a pretty shade of red, and he loves it.

“you’re such a fuckin’ slut for me even your pussy knows it.” he practically growls. “look at this sloppy mess you’re making.”

he ruts the tip of his cock against your slit, coating your folds with his pre-cum. “jus’ gonna slip in with how wet you are..”

your arm is slung over your face as a way for you to hide your embarrassment, you know he’s right, there’s no way you could deny it. something about the way he talks to you when he’s pent up like this has your pussy throbbing.

“fuck, need to be balls deep inside this cunt.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you, the fat head of his cock slowly splitting you open as he makes you take in more and more of him.

the veins on his length rub your slick walls deliciously and it’s not surprising that you’re already twitching and creaming all over him as soon as he bottoms out.

“that’s it, there’s my slutty girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “stop using that pretty head, all you need to do is cum for me.”

[jumbojazzcats93]

How Embarrassing... - Ghost

Summary - Ghost's pride is at risk for a little satisfaction.

Tags/Mentions - Banner by @/saradika-graphics, MDNI 18+, smut, gn!reader, sub/dom dynamics, maybe a little forceful? But not really, surprise, embarrassment @glossysoap @divine--serenity @lordlydragon @violet-phantoms @quietlyignoringyou

(I've apparently violated community guidelines with this, so I changed the gif in hopes that that's what was the issue)

Ghost never wanted to face you during sex. Never wanted you to see his face or eyes because it was too telling. It would be a blow to his pride for you to see the dazed and desperate look in his eyes when he only wanted you to know the large and in charge side of him in bed. Doggy style was standard. When you were on top he always made you reverse it, any position like missionary or lotus and he would hold your body so close that you couldn't see his face. When fucking you from behind he would throw his head back with furrowed brows and tightly shut eyes. Biting his lip and opening his eyes, he would loll his head to the side to look down at you and whimper so softly you couldn't hear it over your own noises. If he let's you on top, it has to be reverse cowgirl. He'll have one hand gripping your hip and the other arm slung over his face while tears sting his eyes from how good it feels when you ride him.

Ghost would have to hold his breathe when initially sliding his cock into you so as not to whimper at the feeling. He would choke down most moans and try so hard to be quiet. On the rare occasion he does let a loud enough sound slip out, he would lightly chuckle " -fuuck", as a way to cover it up. If you ever tried to look back at him fucking you, he would gently grab the back if your neck and press his thumb or finger against your jaw to keep your face forward. If you tried to pull away to look at him, he would tighten the arm wrapped around your waist while the other hand would fly up, tangling into the hair on the nape of your neck and gently but firmly holding your head where it is.

It would be so embarrassing for you to see him so needy, but he knows you're becoming recklessly desperate to see his face when he fucks you. You try to be sly and initiate things randomly or hold your place instead of letting him force you to hide your face in his shoulder or neck, but it's like you know when he's about to move. You shift or adjust to counteract his grip or his reach. One day of indulging you just a little bit and it almost changes the whole dynamic in Ghosts mind. He finally agreed to kiss you during sex as long as your eyes stay closed, but he didn't know you had a whole plan.

He has you sat on his lap with your legs circling his waist, one hand on the back of his neck and the other cupping his jaw while you kiss him. He has no idea you can tell when he's about to cum, but he's panting in your mouth as you ride him and you can feel the muscles of his stomach tightening the closer he gets. His intention is to do what he always does; bury your face into his neck as he cums, but you're not feeling so compliant today. You unsuspectingly slide your hands to his shoulders and without warning push him down onto his back. He let's out a surprised grunt as his back hits the mattress and you tuck your knees against his sides, pressing your palms against the front of his shoulders to hold him down. You know he could flip you over, but you're hoping he's too stunned by your sudden defiance to react in time. "Love, what-", you quickly start bouncing on his cock again feeling his heart pounding through his whole body and for the first time ever, he let's out a barely contained moan. "Hnnnmm, Y/N-", his hands wrap around your forearms, but you suddenly lean forward and give him a sloppy open mouthed kiss. He moans again and his cock twitches inside you, "Y/N, please-" he whines desperately between your feverish kisses. "I'm-", you kiss him again and he whimpers. You pull back and see the prettiest expression on his face as you feel his cock start twitching. His eyebrows are drawn tight above hazy, fluttering doe eyes that are staring right into yours. His swollen, wet lips are slightly open as he pants and whines. You sit up and readjust your hands to rest on his chest for more support and his hips buck up involuntarily as he let's out a long, deep moan. "Please keep going.", he begs. "Please, please, please, please don't stop." He let's out a loud moan as he cums inside you, cock pulsing as you ride him through his orgasm. He looks so good like this; flushed skin sweating as he bucks involuntarily. Eyes glassy as you overstimulate him just a little, just to see more of that desperate expression. His hot cum feels so good that you almost want to force another load out of him, but you slide off of his cock and lean forward again to give him one last sloppy kiss. You run your fingers through the hair on the sides of his head and silently comfort him through his burning embarrassment. You kiss the corner of his mouth, across his cheek, under his ear and down his neck before gently kissing his lips.

He could see the new glint in your eyes, just under the look of adoration painted on your face, that told him he was going to have to fight off these little tricks a lot more now.

[katzenmas]

pt.2 to my "simon riley is down bad for Johnny's little princess"

they were on leave, johnny invited simon over to his place in inverness, promising to take him hiking and fishing. when simon knocked on the door it was you who opened it, a graceful smile and a hand on his shoulder as you ushered him inside.

walking up the stairs to the guest room he was staying in was painful, with how tight his pants got the second you touched him. you talked to him, asking him if it was his first time in scotland, what kind of food he liked, all simon could do was grunt and nod, not trusting his voice, the images running through his mind were diabolical.

third day of his stay simon was sure he'd died and gone to heaven. you pranced around the house wearing skin tight shorts and one of johnny's old shirts, your hair put up messily as you swayed to whatever music was playing on the telly. it was getting hard to conceal his boners, simon was about fifty percent sure johnny noticed how he would always excuse himself when you touched him.

on the fourth day simon was woken up by a conversation you were having with johnny.

" c'mon lass you were the one that wanted this remember? why you backin' out now? leaving the poor fella with blue balls are ya?" you two were in the kitchen, johnny's hands on your hips as he was grinding against your backside, crowding you to the island.

" i know love but he's too shy! maybe he isn't ready? nothing he's done makes me sure that he would comfortable with it?" simon continued creeping around in the hallway, listening to a conversation he was sure was about him.

" bonnie you cannae be that stupid, poor lad is about to walk into an early grave if ya give him another boner" that caused heat to crawl up simon's face, he stood in the doorway, watching how johnny slid his hand up your shirt and tugged on your nipple, eliciting a moan so heavenly from your mouth that simon was already half hard in his sweats.

johnny looked behind him and his eyes zeroed in on simon, a wicked smile flashing on his face. suddenly he turned you around, a debauched look on your face as he put one hand on your chin and forced eye contact between you and the lieutenant.

" what do you say lt? ready to make this wet dreams of your's a reality?"

thats how simon ended up kneeling near the bed where you were sprawled out, johnny holding your pussy lips open as he made simon watch how your wetness was seeping from your slit.

" go on lt, she don't bite" that was all that simon needed, his nose was pressed into your wetness before the words were fully out of johnny's mouth. a groan left his pretty lips as he tasted you for the first time.

one of johnny's hands left your body and found themselves fisted in simon's hair, guiding his face around your wet cunt, whispering instructions on how to make you feel good.

"you should see what she looks like as she cums lt, might make you cream in your pants the noises she makes" johnny's hand in simon's hair tightened as the latter pushed his tongue into you, another mewl escaping your lips at the action.

soon enough you were squirming on the bed, your hands clawing at simon's shoulders as your first orgasm of the night washed over you. johnny didn't let the lieutenant up for a breath, forcing him to lap at your clit as you were coming down the waves of euphoria.

with a crazed look johnny ripped simon's head away from your wetness and brought him in for a kiss, tasting your juices on his tongue. simon started humping the leg of the bed, becoming near overstimulated as the kiss from johnny tipped him over the edge and he came. shuddering, whining and ruining his sweatpants in the process.

you crawled up from your laying position and cooed at simon, softly running your hands through his hair as johnny maneuvered the bigger man onto the bed. short, labored breaths fell out of simon's mouth as you started pawing at his shirt, slowly raising it up and cupping his chest. your fingers grazing his nipples, making simon's hips buck off the bed.

"such a good boy for us ain't he lass? look at him, all stupid in the head from eating your cunny and getting one kiss." johnny said as he crawled up onto the bed with you two, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he turned to his superior. "we ain't done here yet ghost".

your hands found simon's bulge and you started cupping him through his sweatpants. you let out a giggle as you felt his cock twitch at your touch. slowly you pushed your hand into his sweats and briefs, a small gasp leaving your mouth as you felt how big he was even half hard.

simon threw his head back and let out a deep groan the second your soft fingers touched him. his eyes trained on your lips as he leaned in to kiss you hungrily. it was messy and wet, with no real technique to it. simon just knew he needed to feel you.

"please love lemme put it in, please i'll make ya feel good" johnny chuckled at how the big bad scary ghost was asking his sweetheart to let him wet his dick.

"whaddya ken lassie? should we let him?" simon had tears brimming the corners of his eyes, johnny's taunting words and your touch being nearly enough to send him over the edge, the second you nodded simon was fumbling his pants down his legs.

both you and johnny stopped for a moment to admire just how thick and heavy simon's cock was. he was sliding it up and down your slit, small spurts of pre sliding from his tip and smearing all over your puffy lips and clit.

simon's hips stuttered the second his tip breached the entrance to your cunt. you were so warm, holding him there in a vice grip. johnny shushed you with placing kisses on your brow and the corner of your mouth, one of his hands coming down to play with your clit while you adjusted to the sheer size of simon's tip.

" look at him lassie, he's stretching you out so good" johnny groaned out and forced you to look down at where you and simon were connected. the lieutenant was shaking, it was taking everything in him not to just snap his hips into you and cum like a teenager.

" go on si, you can push in more" you whispered out and looked at him with so mich trust in your eyes that simon had to look away, suddenly feeling to exposed. instead he focused in sliding into you slowly, letting you get used to his size.

when he was fully sheathed in he started rocking his hips, slow and shallow at first, but speeding up as more noises started falling from your lips. he could hear johnny praising him, but simon couldn't make out the exact words, the ringing in his ears as your hot cunt swallowed him reverberated through his mind.

he pulled out, leaving only the tip in, just to piston into you. simon grabbed both yoir legs and threw your ankles over his shoulders, he hunched over you put you into a mating press.

" so. fucking. good. for. me. you take this cock like you were born for it" each word was in rhythm with his brutal strokes, the bed creaking under the force. johnny laughed and asked if simon was trying to fuck you inot the mattress.

the men both saw when your eyes rolled back and a dumb smile overtook your features. you fluttered around simon as he fucked you through your second orgasm of the night. johnny grunted and pushed his hand into his pants, pulling his angry, hard dick out and started lazily pumping it.

" go on then lt, gimme a show" a few more strokes and simon was pushing impossibly deep into you. the overstimulation causing you to sob as you felt his got seed shoot against your cervix.

he was shaking, his head was empty. simon rutted into you through his own overstimulation, riding out the last waves of his orgasm until it got painful. he slowly pulled out, watching his cum dribble out of your used cunt, and then collapsed onto the bed.

johnny patted his head and gave him a quick kiss. "good boy simon"

your boyfriend tutted as he watched the cum ooze out of you.

"not nice bonnie, simon here tried so hard to breed ya and you're lettin' it go to waste?" before you could even answer johnny pushed his cock into you, fucking simon's cum back into your hole.

simon watched the scene in front of him with hazy eyes, leaning over towards you at some point and sucking on your right nipple. your sweaty and spent body was so pliant for both men, you were like a little toy just for them to use and break.

" 's t' much johhny, cannae take it anymo'" your pleas were met with small, cruel laughs as johnny cooed at you and went faster.

simon found his hand creeping down to your cunt, his fingers skimming over your abused clit, making you sob louder.

with a final thrust johnny was growling as he pulled out and came onto simon's chest. little stray spurts landing on his chin. thats when you let out a scream and gushed.

johnny's blue eyes were dazed, watching your pussy gape around nothing, as your juices kept dribbling out.

"oh sweet girl, we made ya squirt" he said lovingly and placed a kiss on your forehead, momentarily leaving you and simon alone on the bed as he went to fetch a towel to clean both of you up.

you turned over to your side and wrapped your arms around simon's torso, your nose pressed in between his shoulder blades as your fingers traced faded scars on his hips.

johnny returned at some point, cleaned you up and laid behind you, his strong arms snaking around your waist and he pulled the covers over you three.

it was dead silent, you could hear johnny start to snore when simon spoke up.

" how long were you two planning this?" you giggled and pressed a kiss to his exposed back.

"johnny could hear you moan my name like a schoolboy every night. we made up our mind when you walked into the doors of the house. now sleep, you did so good today" simon nodded and closed his eyes, sleep overtaking his tired body.

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WELL HERE YA HAVE IT! im so down bad for sub! simon getting doted on by dom! johnny and switch! reader.

@konigslittleliebling you wanted to be tagged in pt. 2 and i tried to deliver🫡

[ohbo-ohno]

Okay but *gulp* soap with his dick slipping out and accidentally pressing into the wrong hole. Doesn’t stop him from continuing tho

listen LISTEN listen - yeah!! soap is 100% the kind of asshole to do this!!

1.7k soap x f!reader "wrong hole" drabble 🫶 (cw: pwp smut, noncon anal sex between partners (also unrealistic anal sex), pussy drunk johnny)

You arch further into Johnny, slick skin sliding along slick skin as your mouth drops open on a moan.

“Jo-Johnny,” you pant, gripping tightly to his broad shoulders. “Feels ssooo- so good.”

“Yeah?” He grunts from above you, mohawk messy and dripping sweat. “Bet it- bet it feels big, huh?”

You whine, pushing your hips closer to him as he slams home inside of you. “So big,” you agree, your mind draining from you slowly as he pulls nearly the entire way out on every thrust, leaving you almost empty before filling you to the brim. “God, you’re so good, Johnny.”

“Fuck, yes,” he pants, arms wrapping around your back and squeezing you tight to him. Your hips are pushed a little further up, a little closer to him. You wrap both your legs around his waist, hold him as tight as he does you. He only manages to keep up his rhythm through pure strength, easily able to overpower your grip.

“So good,” he mimics, eyes squeezed shut. You can’t look away from him - the sweat dripping down the side of his tanned face, the wrinkles and scars decorating his skin, the way he looks like he’s either in agony or euphoria. “Feel so perfect, so tight. Fuck, missed you so much, lass, missed your perfect cunt.”

Your eyes nearly roll back in your head when he hits the perfect spot inside of you, body limp in his arms. You feel almost like a doll, like a toy for him to fuck, but he’s so good at it that you can’t even begin to care.

The both of you devolve into moans, occasionally trying to speak and choking on your words. You might feel embarrassed of what a mess Johnny’s made of you, if he weren’t in the same condition.

He pulls out completely on several thrusts in a row, both of you gasping at the sensation - you, because it’s a shock to go from nothing to everything completely and him, because every thrust inside of you when he’s pulled all the way out feels like the first. You dig your nails into his muscles, pushing your chest against his for all the physical contact you can manage.

It happens too quickly for you to even really notice. One second Johnny is rearranging your guts, giving you the best dick of your life, and the next you feel like you’re being torn in two.

You nearly scream, eyes flying open and nails dragging down his back, peeling skin off. Johnny’s loud groan drowns you out almost entirely, and he doesn’t seem to notice what he’s done.

You notice. Your unstretched ass feels like it’s on fire, and after your first sound of shock you can’t get enough breath in to try and say it hurts. 

Johnny can’t thrust the whole way in, like he had in your pussy. Your body gives him too much resistance, which is what finally makes him realize.

You’re nearly blinded by the tears filling your eyes when he finally blinks open, staring down at you.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, and you can feel his heart racing against your chest. “Did I-? Am I in your-?”

“Pull out,” you gasp, tapping at his back desperately. “Oh my god, Johnny, pull out, I can’t- fuck, you’re too big.”

That’s the wrong thing to say - instead of pulling out, he groans, dropping his forehead to yours and letting his eyes fall shut again. You let out a long, high whine when his hips push forward, slowly spearing you further and further on his cock.

You’re made mute by the pain, left only with your nails as defense as you try and tear his back to shreds. You should know better, though - Johnny’s a masochist, and pain you inflict only drives him more insane.

“God, you’re fuckin’ stranglin’ me,” he pants, pulling out just enough to force himself a few inches deeper. “Thought your cunt was tight, but it’s nothin’ compared to this.”

“Johnny- please.”

“So fucking warm.” He looks nearly delirious above you, pupils blown so wide you can barely see his iris even as close as you are. “Tight.”

“Johnny,” you whine, even as the slide becomes a little bit easier from all the slick dripping from your cunt. “Hurts, please, you gotta… gotta stop.”

He makes a sound that’s somewhere between soothing and a snarl, a low sound that makes you instinctually arch further towards him and then yelp when that gives him more leverage.

“You’re fine,” he comforts - well, the words should be a comfort but his tone is almost dismissive. “You’re wet, I can feel it.”

“Not enough,” you cry, half choking on a sob when you feel him finally bottom out inside of you. “Ok, ok, please pull- pull out, Johnny.”

“But you feel so good,” he purrs, butting his nose against your temple. “Fuckin’ hot little ass, huh lass? You’re squeezin’ me so good, you sure you want me to pull out?”

“Yes!”

You feel the sharp smile pressed against your temple and hiccup a sob, shifting your legs so that instead of wrapping around him you’re trying to push him away. But he’s too strong for you to make him move, and he only shoves himself even further inside of you by leaning his weight forward.

“I think you’re lying,” he almost sings, grinding his hips deep inside of you. He shifts briefly, holding himself above you on one arm and sneaking the other between your bodies and down to your pussy.

You cry out when his fingers work quickly at your clit, tight fast circle that have you shaking and moaning. It’s almost enough to drown out the pain of having your back hole stretched so ruthlessly - almost.

“Here,” he says, dipping his hand down a little further to almost scoop the slick dripping from you, smearing it around your plugged hole like he’s trying to make up for the lack of lube in the first place. He pulls out about halfway, thrusting back in and moaning when you cry out. “Th-there, how’s that feel?”

“Still hurts,” you manage to get out through your sobs, eyes squeezed shut against the pain.

Johnny’s panting like a dog above you as he starts to fuck you again, his pace sharper and uncaring about your sensitivity. You can’t help but clench down, your inner muscles squeezing tight in an attempt to push him out that only drags him further in. 

You can’t do anything but lay there and take it - as he moans repeatedly into your ear - while he fucks you. The pain eases after a bit, your own wetness making the path at least slightly easier, but the sharp sting never fully dissipates. Your tears don’t dry up, and you’re nowhere close to the orgasm that had been building before.

Johnny’s your complete opposite - he’s lost in his own pleasure, and your desperate scratches down his back only make things better for him. If you’d thought he was euphoric before, he looks like he’s found Nirvana now. You’re not sure if he’s so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he can’t hear your pain, or if your pain is what’s driving him more and more insane with pleasure.

For your own sake, you pray it’s the first.

He doesn’t last long - thank God - and only a few minutes later his thrusts get choppier and choppier, jerking in and out of you without any rhythm at all.

“Gonna make me come, bonnie, fuck.”

You can only stare wide-eyed at the ceiling as Johnny buries his face in the crook of your neck and comes deep inside of your ass, the hot spurt of his come a distant sensation with the stretch of his cock still at the front of your mind.

“Alright, alright, pull… pull out now, Johnny, please,” you beg again, too shell-shocked to even flinch at the embarrassing crack in your voice.

He obeys wordlessly, pulling his limp cock out slowly enough to make you whine when he finally leaves you empty.

“Hush, hush,” he quiets you, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone and brushing over your spread hole with his fingers. You jolt and whine, turning to press your face into his sweat-soaked mohawk. “You’re alright, didn’t even tear.”

“You-you sure?” You sniffle.

He chuckles a little, the sound vibrating through your chests. “Yeah, you’re alright, lass. Didn’t think I would really hurt you, did’ya?”

You can only whine.

His fingers dip inside your back hole just long enough to drag out some of his come, moving up to shove it inside of your pussy.

“There ya go,” he soothes, repeating the process again and again. “Still got a nice load in your guts, you're alright." His fingers lift to your clit, rubbing in perfect circles to make you arch and gasp, squirming for more pleasure despite the growing ache in your other hole.

He brings you to a slow orgasm, one that has the last of your tears dripping down your cheeks and clinging to his shoulders like a life raft. Your breaths are uneven, heartbeat quick in your chest, and you feel fuzzy around the edges.

Unlike usual, Johnny stops at one orgasm. You almost expect him to keep going like he always does, never satisfied with less than three for you and two for him, but he pulls his hand away after your first pained whines start again.

He doesn’t get off of you, letting his weight push you deeper and deeper into the couch cushions. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close to you and breathing in his musk. It takes a while to get your breathing even again, though Johnny’s levels out in moments.

You only let your eyes close once his snores start up, loud in your ear. The rumbling of his chest is a comfort, and you float into sleep with Johnny’s sweaty body pressed firmly against every part of yours, and the ache in your ass only growing more noticeable with every breath.

[lunarw0rks]

Simon would have a rough time trusting another person enough to have sex.

can you write something about his first time with the reader where he asks about consent for almost every move he makes?

I'd love a gender neutral reader but afab is good too❤️❤️

♡ PART TWO ♡ PART THREE ♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ first-time with simon ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ // warning(s): nsfw, gn!reader

it took long for him to admit his feelings for you. took even longer to do anything resembling intimacy. it's the deepest connection for him, though he doesn't look the type.

it's everything to him, and nothing simultaneously. he could have a healthy relationship that lacked sexual intimacy entirely, and wouldn't lose a wink of sleep.

but here he was — ready to test the waters.

it had to be an act of one hundred percent certainty with Simon. no regrets, no hard feelings, no uncomfortable moments. pure pleasure with someone he trusted.

none of it was planned, which both terrified and intrigued him.

you had arrived home like normal, shared a meal like normal. and then... somehow ended up all over each other — not normal for you two. but it wasn't rushed, it wasn't hot and heavy, it was natural. you were leaning into him heavier than before, kissing him even deeper.

it was as if your bodies had all the conversation up until this point — a silent decision that tonight was the night. "you sure about this, love?" Simon murmured, a thumb caressing your cheek as he looked for any inkling of doubt in your eyes. however, there wasn't any, not even a smidge.

whether you supplied a nod or a verbal cue, he continued to ask for them. he needed them, otherwise it didn't feel right. each layer of clothing, he asked. every new inch of flesh, he asked. Simon needed to know you were all there; not blinded by lust, not purely following his lead for the sake of a hasty release.

"can I take these off?" his fingers hovered over your undergarments, waiting until you nodded for him to roll them down your thighs. even when exposed in front of him, his mind was running a mile a minute. Simon relied on his hands first, since he kept his mouth busy looking for reassurance. "does that feel alright? you want 'em faster?" his need for consent oozed enough sex-appeal to begin with — but now you were greeted with a whole new him. still considerate, still frazzled, but even more attractive than you'd ever seen him.

you were sure his eyes never left you, because they didn't. whether he was making eye contact or watching his hands prepare you, they were always cemented.

sometimes the other hand would stay at his side until you were deeper in pleasure. then it would move to your chest, slithering up until he could caress your heated cheeks. his touch, even the innocent one, only heightened his ability to make you feel good.

he didn't know when to stop. what if you weren't really ready? what if he hurt you somehow? you physically had to snap him out of it. either by begging, or giving him a look of desperation — and it spoke volumes, indeed. you needed him, yearned for the part of Simon still unknown.

"say the words and i'll stop, love." once again, his gaze searched for discomfort, but found none. after a few moments of shuffling, he found a position that required little exertion — spooning you. his arms could remain tight around your waist, where he could hit all the right angles, and both parties could remain relaxed on the mattress.

and so it began; the slowest ease, the utmost restraint when he finally rid himself of his clothes. though you hadn't touched an inch of him, his arousal was evident. inch by inch, he guided himself into you, "we'll take it slow— just like this." he stuck to his words, halting if you ever needed a moment. he was still as a statue until you gave him the go-ahead to go all in. "does that feel good? you want more, hm? fuck, you feel good around me."

Simon finally started to enjoy it, too, though he remained calculated and observant. your own sounds and praises are what mattered most, always would to him. he could physically feel his trust building with you, as did he mentally.

whether common or uncommon, there were more nights like this to come in the future.

the night wasn't perfect by any means, but his forbearance was not something easily forgotten.

[callsign-datura]

141+ konigs reactions to saying "it wont fit"?

Pairing: 141 + Konig x Reader A/N: The boys' reaction to precious little reader saying that they won't fit.

"It won't fit." You whimpered, shifting underneath Ghost as your gaze focused on his cock. Long, thick, wide; too wide for you. He looked like he'd fucking split you in half, and to be honest, you weren't ready for that pain. He pulled back from leaning over you and his hands moved up to your breasts, kneading gently as your words registered in his head. His gaze flickered up to meet yours. He cleared his throat and sat back, the hand resting on your thigh sliding up to the top of it, his thumb grazing over your slit. He thought you were prepped enough, but you knew your body better than he did, and as much as he wanted to keep thinking he'd already learned your body entirely, what you were ready for was more important. "Tha's alright, sweetheart." He murmured, leaning back forward and placing a gentle kiss against your forehead as he circled the tip of his middle finger over your fluttering hole, his eyes glinting with amusement as you whimpered at the contact. He pushed his middle finger into you and you gasped. "Guess I'll have to train you 'fore you can take it, mmm?"

"It won't fit," you huffed, your eyes downcast at Price's cock as it rested against your lower stomach, twitching and neglected, the tip resting just below your belly button. He couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. He was sitting in his desk chair and you were straddling him, and he saw the way your expression shifted when his cock sprang out against your lower stomach. Your hands were on his shoulders, and you lifted up to get out of his lap, but his hands clamped onto the back of your thighs and he guided you back down. "Come on, now, sweetheart, won't even give it a chance? If it starts to hurt too bad, we'll stop..." He leaned forward and kissed your collarbone. He moved one hand away, looking up at you as he wrapped it around the base of his cock and guided the sensitive tip to prod against your hole. His eyes were trained on yours, and he watched your expression for any pain as he guided you down. Your breath caught in your throat and it definitely stung, and your grip on his shoulders showed that. He kept guiding you down onto his cock slowly, gently, until he was sheathed fully inside you. He grunted quietly, feeling your warmth envelop him. After a minute or so he started guiding your hips up and down slowly, and he was kissing your neck again. "Was that so hard, sweet thing?" Soap was as equally surprised as you. You, at the size of his cock, himself at the expression on your face and the words you uttered when you saw it. "Mm, it won't fit?" He said, almost to himself as his cock rested against your cunt, his hips moving in a slow, lithe manner as he dragged it back and forth, the tip catching your clit every time he moved. "We'll make it fit," he said, his gaze tracking back to you as he leaned over you. You whimpered, still a little alarmed and not wanting it to hurt, but his kisses and the motion of him against you calmed your nerves a bit. "Tell me 'f it hurts." He murmurs, nipping at your ear as he shifted his hips, pulling back and pinning your legs against your chest with one hand and guiding his cock to your cunt with the other. He grunted quietly at the warmth, pushing his hips forward. It was a quick, smooth movement. Pain shot through you for a brief second and you jolted, but the pain was gone as quick as it came. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you whimpered when you felt his cock twitch inside you, and he laughed quietly. "Mmm, yeah... feels good, hm? N'ya said it wouldn't fit... Seems to me like ya just couldn't take it."

When you told Gaz... He didn't know what to do for a few seconds, then ultimately decided that he still wanted the experience to be special to you. So he stood up, getting up from being on top of you, and knelt at the edge of the bed. "S'alright, dove," he purrs, wrapping his arms around your legs and pulling you towards him gently, littering feather-light kisses over your thighs. You whimpered in a mix of embarrassment and need. He hums and looks up at you as he pushes your thighs apart, flashing you a grin. "Still want you to feel good, sweetheart." He chuckled, moving his head over your center and dragging his tongue, warm and hot over your cunt before one hand came up between your legs, his middle and ring finger rubbing over your hole as he found your clit almost instantly. He licked small, rhythmic circles over the sensitive bud, his lips closing around it to suck on it gently as he pushed those two fingers into you, his eyes flitting up to meet yours as you watched him. Your face was flushed and your lips were parted, your head tilting back as you moaned out at the sudden pleasure. He felt pleasure shoot through his body upon hearing you whimper and moan at the sensation of his tongue. "I'll fuck you proper, don't worry. Jus' gotta make you cum on my fingers a few times, then you'll be able to take me, yeah?"

Konig... this guy knows he's big. He spent a while prepping you before you guys ever even got close to having sex. You were small as it is, so he was a bit nervous about taking it further with you. However, his anxiety was long forgotten on a night when you were being particularly difficult, and he decided to pin you to your bed and make out with you; and teach you a lesson. You pulled away mid-kiss when you felt his hand at work, his lips traveling down the span of your neck and nipping at the flesh as your eyes were immediately drawn to the sight of his cock. Part of you was fucking surprised, and that surprise turned into concern. "Konig," you whimpered. "You won't fit." Your concerns didn't deter Konig in the slightest, and he kept nipping at your neck, licking his tongue over the marks. "It'll be fine, liebe, you'll take it, won't you?" He murmured, sucking a dark hickey on your neck as he pushed your dress up. He moved and pushed your legs apart, still kissing at your neck and moving them down as he leaned up against you, slowly guiding his cock into you and stopping to let you adjust, groping your breasts before pushing into you just a bit more. With his caution, it didn't hurt, and within a minute or so he was fully sheathed inside you and you were writhing and whimpering. "Yeah... I knew you'd take it. So good for me..."

[konigsblog]

pov: ur tied up under the table in the rec room, ring gag forcing your mouth open as you’re forced to suck some serious cock for whoever sits in the chair aka simon riley while your drooling cunt remains untouched

cw: afab!f!reader

even better if you're blindfolded and the men are increasingly rougher each time...

perhaps, you'll start off with gaz, who'll ignore the sounds of your mumbled cries, keeping your head down against his base while rocking his hips against your face, driving himself further and deeper down your unused throat. seeing your mouth so wide open is heavenly, and leaves his stiff length leaking like a faucet, laughing as he taunts you.

that sweet, lazy and relaxed voice leaves you with a prominent smile on your face, quickly wiped off by johnny who slaps your cheeks and guides your head to his weeping shaft. he's tougher on you; causing you to gag and sniffle, heaving through breaths with your tears soaken by the blindfold. seeing you with the ring gag leaves his boner throbbing and painful, the sight of you with your mouth forced open, lips swollen and glossy, and your cheeks wet...

price isn't even gentler, and you're dreading the thickness of his hard, meaty cock in your mouth. you know what john's like; he'll pinch your nose and restrict your breathing to ‘test your stamina and endurance’, leaving you dizzy and light-headed, unable to focus or mutter a coherent word. the sound of simon's voice is the distance taunting you for crying so much causes your pussy to squeeze around nothing, words stifled and mumbled, with cum dripping off your tongue.

simon goes last, mainly because he wants to take his sweet time using that throat. when he slides inside, it's as if he stole the wind from your lungs, already causing you to puff out your nose as he sinks even further down your throat. silenced cries are addictive to simon, who will cock his head to the side in a teasing manner, adoring the sight of you like this; obedient, and taking whatever you're given.

you choke and gurgle around simon, becoming a pathetic and messy girl as he throat fucks you and grinds even further down your throat. the lengthiness of his musky dick causes you to gag repeatedly, the sloppy noises of your drool and spit leaving simon chuckling hoarsely, shaking his head at the sight of you; weeping. your cunt drools all over the cold floor leaving a sticky patch on the ground, your wet heat sticky and your thighs caked in arousal. you gasp as he slaps your cheek painfully and brutally, with his other hand gripping your throat firmly to restrict your breathing and to hold your head in place between his large, strong thighs.

“c’mon, girly... chokin’ on my cock, such a filthy baby.” those words leave your clit and folds swollen with touch, panting and heaving as he fucks himself down your throat, balls slapping and smacking against your chin ‘til your face is covered in drool and layers of cum, releasing his hot release down your throat, running down your mouth as you whine out in pain, pussy untouched and ignored, your orgasm causing your body to jerk and twist.

looking so used on your knees in front of him.

[tfmerc]

what about… camera roll in a relationship with all four guys 😩😩

What I imagine your camera roll looks like if you’re in a relationship with… TF141 <3

Fem version!! It’s actually so hard to find pics that suit the vibe i’m going for :(

I like to think they only take nudes on your phone, just as a little treat :3

pt2

More bellow the cut :3

[squishycheekanon]

More Price thots🥵 because who wouldn’t want this😭

You stir the milk into your tea while you wipe the sleep from your eyes, big heavy knitted sweater hanging from your tired frame. It was his and though it had been in the wash, the sweater reeked of him. His fucking delicious smell that you wanted to roll around in. All his clothes fucking reeked of it.

You loved the strong musky spiced stench that came with him, it was everything. Especially while you were waiting for him to return home from his mission. Every day had been so long and so exhausting without him at home. You couldn’t sleep properly at night without your big warm pillow, his strong arms wrapping around your frame and easily coaxing you to sleep.

Any house work felt pointless without him there, why did the house need to look spotless? Why did the dishes need to be washed straight away? What was the point if he wasn’t there to give you a big kiss as your reward, after complaining that he could have done it instead.

Because of this Price isn’t at all surprised when he comes home to find the house a total mess, and his sweet little wife nowhere in sight. “Darlin?” He listens hoping to hear you reply but there’s nothing but silence in reply, he sighs dropping his black gear bag.

Pulling off his dark brown leather jacket and placing it on one of the coat hooks next to the front door, he enters the house shuffling out of his heavy boots incase you might be asleep. Creeping through the messy home quietly, he makes it up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Your shared bedroom to find you finally passed out from exhaustion, he smiled softly at you. Thin lips curving up, his bushy moustache moving with them. He truly loved coming home to you.

Price showered away any last specs of dirt or blood on him so he was clean for his woman. He dried his burly, muscular body not bothering to put anything on before slipping into bed with you. Instantly you flinched waking up only to find your husband staring at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“It’s okay darlin’ I’m home,” he soothed pulling you into his big arms, you happily allowed him to manhandle you nuzzling against him as he turned you, your ass slotting against his hips perfectly. Like you were made for him. “Sleep now love.”

“Sorry the house is a mess.” You slurred gripping onto the hairy thick arm that had wound itself around you.

He half chuckled half scoffed before replying in his accented voice, nose dragging up the side of your neck, inhaling deeply,“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, I’ll sort everything tomorrow. Now go to sleep.”

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

What's in the Woods?

Summary: Task Force 141 crashed down in the woods. Price is missing, while Ghost, Gaz, and Soap found a mansion, where you live.

HERE IS THE MASTERLIST FOR MORE

Content Warning: NSFW, Smut, F!reader, group sex, blowjob/facefucking, anal sex, p in v, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, slight horror elements (?)

• Task Force 141 where they crashed in a remote forest, but somehow survived. Got separated for some time but managed to find one another in the woods, except for Captain Price. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz went around the forest once more to look for him, only to find a run-down mansion where they decided to stay for the night before finding the Captain again.

• The trio entered the mansion and rested before deciding to look around for things that could help them, only to find a girl sleeping in one of the rooms upstairs.

• Gaz was the one to find you when he entered your dark room and realized there was a person in bed. Thought you were a corpse until you screamed and he screamed.

• the other two rushed to where the sound came from and found you threatening to hit Gaz with a lamp. You still hit the poor guy with a lamp. Calmed down after some explanation from them and apologized to Kyle.

• Ghost thought it was weird that a person was living in an abandoned mansion in the middle of the forest and asked what are you doing here and what made you live here.

• You explained that your family built this mansion here because they liked remote places, only to abandon you here. You also explained how you survived despite the circumstances. They thought of you as modern Rapunzel, if not at least a literate female Tarzan.

• You ended up showing them around the mansion and lent them room, but apologized that of course, they were dirty because a single person couldn't possibly clean an entire mansion. Again, you weren't Rapunzel.

• Brought them to nearby waterfalls where you'd take a bath, clean your clothes, and catch fish because the mansion had long run out of water.

• A couple of months into the crash, they still hadn't found Price, only his hat and gear, and there weren't any rescues coming. At the same time, they had somehow gotten used to living in your mansion, even though they still question some things in their minds, but somehow those questions always slip past their minds. Have they always been that forgetful?

• They found you one night taking a bath in the pool of the waterfalls completely naked. How the hell aren't you freezing? However, the longer they stare at you, the more they can't help the growing tents in their pants. When they joined you, you weren't a bit surprised. In fact, you had a smile.

• Soap picked you up and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard cock leaking of precum, brushing against your cunt, and making you moan into the kiss.

• Ghost grabbed your ass from behind and rubbed his cock, groaning at the friction. He trailed kisses on your nape as Soap worked on your breasts and nipples, eliciting whines and moans from you that soon got muffled when Gaz grabbed your neck, bringing your lips to his.

• Gaz held one of your hands and guided it towards his shaft, letting you stroke his length.

• It didn't take long for you to beg to be fucked and they brought you back to the mansion.

• Soap dropped you on your bed and inserted a couple of digits in you, making you squeal at the sudden intrusion, and he teased you about how wet you were. He started to pump in and out, while Gaz gave your clit maddening circles that got you clenching around Soap's fingers.

• You whined when both men stopped, but Ghost was quick to fill up the loss as he thrust himself inside of your pussy. He let you adjust to his size for a few seconds, before pounding onto you.

• He picked you up from the bed, one hand on your ass and the other around your waist. He sat down on the bed with you on his lap and lay down, stopping for a moment.

• You looked at him in confusion but realized that Gaz had lined up his cock on your ass, hands gripping your waist. You groaned as he slowly eased himself inside your hole.

• Soap grabbed a handful of your hair, kissing you before pushing his cock into your mouth. Your eyes watered and you closed them, bobbing your head with Soap's hand guiding your head.

• After a few rounds of getting your three holes pounded, you and the trio decided to go back to the waterfalls to get yourselves clean and rest in one of the rooms they borrowed.

• Still not too tired to sleep, you talked and talked with them until the moment Gaz asked if you would like to come with them once rescue comes to this place.

• You merely smiled, eyes blank like a void, and answered, "Leave? Why would you leave this place?"

• They stared at you as you said that and a hum left your lips, slowly bringing them to sleep.

Note: It was fun writing this. I wanted to make this more creepy but got lazy halfway through. Totally did not make this next to my grandmother.

[sky-is-the-limit]

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒙

𝑴𝑾1/𝑴𝑾2 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

W: Female Reader

➳ Valeria Garza would make you paint her nails while sitting on her lap, one hand holding up a document and the other rubbing your clit torturously slow and if you were to mess up, she'd deny your orgasm until she was satisfied with the final result.

She would show her affections in front of her men on purpose, casually crushing her lips onto yours with passion, one hand holding your jaw firmly and the other one squeezing your ass knowing damn well everyone's watching.

Letting these men know that you are hers and hers only, that they could never have a woman like you because you belong to her.

➳ Rudy Parra would call you 'mama' from the get-go as an innocent nickname in casual conversations until the thought of getting you pregnant creeped into his head.

He then started calling you that while thrusting into you bare, the thought of painting your walls white, watching it spill out everywhere while you beg him to breed you, sends him over the edge every time.

➳ Simon 'Ghost' Riley would never admit it out loud, but he developed a nasty habit of watching you pleasure yourself to the thought of him.

He walked in on you once, the scene before him obscene as your naked body was in full display on your bed, head pressed against the pillow with wet, messy hair stuck on your forehead, your fingers rubbing your clit in circles while his name repeatedly left as desperate whimpers from your mouth.

There was something about watching you in full view, all alone begging for his touch, watching you dig your nails in the soft skin of your breasts from the stimulation, unaware that he was only a few meters away with his erected length in his hand, mirroring your pace.

➳ Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick would be a man of habit, his sacred gun cleaning ritual being one of them. Neediness made you walk in multiple times in the armory, interrupting this special process to steal his attention and make his blood rise with annoyance.

And so he thought of teaching you a lesson, using his half cleaned pistol to put pressure against your clit, rubbing it up and down then in circles on your throbbing core until you coated it with your glistening slick.

He then would command you to lick it clean, watch you with blown pupils, wrap your lips around it, and take it into your mouth as if it was an extended part of Kyle you so desperately wanted to cherish.

Needless to say, that you kept 'accidentally' interrupting him after that.

➳ Phillip Graves would "allow" you to think that you have control, only for him to take it away and watch you struggle to get it back.

He would promise you that he'd let you ride him, tie him up, blindfold him etc and then when the moment would come, not even 5 minutes in, he'd flip you around, press your back hard against the mattress with your hands pinned over your head and thrust in you without warning.

He'd mock you about it. How cute it was to think that you could ever have the upper hand, your 'disappointed' yet surprised expression fueling his arrogance and promising you a long night of reminding you who's in charge.

Oh, and if he was in restraints? He'd use his experience in the field to come out of them and count to 5 before he catches you.

➳ Captain John Price would call you into his office, whether you worked there or not so he could have you on every surface available without locking the door.

The though of someone walking in to watch you get fucked merciless against his desk, while you ride him on his chair, against the bookshelf, sucking him off under his desk, would excite him.

The panic in your eyes whenever someone would knock on the door while you were on your knees, the wooden desk concealing your body so the person in front of it would have no idea that your pretty mouth was full with his length.

His composure would surprise you every time, calm and unphased, while talking to his private as your mouth was taking in every inch of him under the desk.

➳ Alex Keller would adore to watch you come undone because of his strength. He'd notice how quickly you'd lose focus whilst staring at his defined, muscular arms through his tee, naked out of the shower, in his military uniform.. and so he'd use it as an advantage.

Holding you up against the wall, your soaked cunt at eye level with his mouth as your thighs were on his shoulders. It would drive him insane how easily he could handle you, devouring your slick while you'd pull his hair from above.

Best believe that he wouldn't stop nor get tired until you begged him to fuck you.

➳ Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish would be obsessed with your tits, specifically in his mouth. This man would not shy away from it nor do it at a specific moment.

Watching a movie and cuddling? His hand would slowly start trailing up your shirt, cupping your breasts softly before turning his head up to look at you with those gorgeous eyes and ask if you could put them in his mouth while his head was resting against your chest.

Cowgirl would be his favourite position cause what a better combination than you bouncing up and down his cock while his hands grip on your hips tightly to guide you and his mouth sucking on your nipples? Nothing.

➳ Alejandro Vargas would be obsessed with you speaking Spanish. Whether you fluently speak it or started picking up words after dating him, this man would instantly get hard the second you speak two words to him.

It could be the most innocent thing, and his blood would start rushing boiling hot in his system, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you towards him like a magnet.

"Dime mas, cariña." He wouldn't even bother with finding the bedroom, clothes coming off hastily so he can push you against the nearest surface and pound into you merciless.

Don't think that he wouldn't notice how hot and bothered you'd get whenever his emotions would get the best of him and he'd start speaking only in Spanish. He'd use that as his weapon to get you naked from the first night you met.

➳ Kate Laswell would get off of you relying on her. She'd want to take care of you, your every desire and need, no matter how small or 'inappropriate' it was.

Just hearing your voice get all whiney, telling her that you are hungry while clinging onto her body, asking her if she can fix the broken light bulb because 'you can't' when in reality you'd just want to observe her toned arms and fingers get into work, handling everything with so much ease just like she does with you.

She saw you checking out lingerie online? They'd be at your door the next day. Your perfume is almost finished? You'd have two bottles on your nightstand the next morning. Your fridge was semi empty? She'd put in the biggest order to come at your door. Anything for her doll.

Especially when begging her to use her strap so she can fuck the stress out of you, asking if you can return the favour by eating her out like a madwoman to show her how thankful you are to have such a strong partner in your life.

She would never refuse her pretty girl anything.

[mslowlife]

Last Night

18+ ONLY NSFW

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader Warnings: SMUT smut smut, swearing and mentions of scars &lt;3 Summary: Morning cuddles lead to something more... Word Count: 1309

A/N: ok but WTF? my last post blew up so thank you everyone <3 i hope u guys like this, first smut post O_o

You rolled over, wrapping your arm over Simon’s lower torso, tracing his bear and sensitive skin with your dainty fingertips. A soft hum of satisfaction sighed from his lips.

Your nails rain over the ageing scars that strewn on his torso. Simon never told the stories behind the scars, and you never asked. It was the one part of his life he kept secret, he didn’t want to unearth the horror’s he’s seen, especially the physical reminders. Simon didn’t mind that you’d trace his scars, in some strange way, it gave him another story, another physical reminder of you and your unconditional love towards him.

“Come here” He whispered, moving onto his back and guiding you to come closer, you easily complied resting your head on his chest. Simon gently stroked your hair, as you closed your eyes and breathed in his scent of tobacco and musky cologne.

You looked up towards him, his eyes already on you. There was something about your doe-eyes that did something to him, in fact they did many things, in many ways. But in moments like these, where the two of you lay intertwined with each other in bed, holding each other in a state of complete intimacy was unmatched. 

“What’s on your mind love?” He breathed, wrapping his arm around the small of your back. 

“Nothin’, jus you” You mumbled

“Yeah? What about me?” He simpered, his voice low and hoarse.

And just like that, Simon’s tempting and sultry voice brought you back to last night, where he had you pinned against a wall, fucking into you like he’d never before. Last night he was someone else, he made you feel ways he’d never done to you before. And you weren’t complaining, I mean, how could you? He was fucking you into a pure state of euphoria and bliss.

“Jus last night, you know” You spoke

He locked eyes with you again, something in his eyes was devilish. “Oh yeah? Did I make you feel good?” 

“Of course you did, you always do.” You could feel yourself getting wet, the eye contact, his embrace, and oh, his voice. Gosh, that thick English accent could put you in a coma. It was so commanding, yet so gentle. But when he spoke dirty, it drove you crazy. 

“Well how about I show you again how good I can make you feel?” Simon whispered into your ear, slowly kissing your neck.

“Show me”

Within seconds, Simon was on top of you, licking your neck, making a fluttering sensation pulse through your entire body. He slowly licked his way down to your collarbone and shoulders, where he sucked the warm skin, scattering dark red bruises. You threw your head back, breathing heavily. Simon kept a firm grip of your waist, holding you closely and securely. You intertwined your leg cheekily with his, now wrapping your arms around his neck, forcing his head to be close to your chest.

Suddenly, he lifted you up, you clung on, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to a nearby sofa. As he sat you down on scratchy fabric, you quickly sprung onto him. You littered kisses all down his neck and to his chest, you gazed upon him, he laid shirtless on the couch. You caressed your hands down his cheek, palming his chin, then down his sculpted muscles, your mouth drooled as you touched his body. 

You crawled onto his lap, Simon then tilted his head upto yours, where you met eachother with your lips. You swirled your tongue in his mouth, tasting him passionately. Simon’s hands moved to your body, he grabbed your thighs in a firm grip, leaving faint red marks, then he moved his hands to your lower stomach and waist. Where he massaged the skin as he kissed you. You ran your hands through his thick hair, so overwhelmed with the way he handled you. Then you moved your hands to his back, clawing and leaving deep red marks. Simon delicately tugged on the ends of your hair, bringing you both deeper into the kiss.

“Simon- I need you” You whimpered, helplessly craving him.

“Shh, patience my love” He replied.

As some moments passed, you switched positions. Simon hovered over your naked curvy body, lightly tracing his fingertips over your glistening skin, first from your stomach, to your waists, then to your inner thighs. Your breathing was shallow and fast, your eyes watched him as he moved further down your body.

Simon reached over for the nearby draw, seizing a small plastic coated object. He tore the foil off, then rolled the latex down. Butterflies grew in your stomach as his deep blue eyes gazed over your body.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, staring hungrily into eachothers eyes. He lined himself at your entry, he breathed heavily before thrusting himself deep inside of you.

You squealed in both pain and pleasure, screwing your eyes shut. Simon held onto your waist, a sinful smile creeping on his botched cheeks.

“Fuck-“ You screamed out, gripping onto the sofa as his pushed himself deeper into you. 

Tears welled in your E/C eyes as you felt him filling you up more and more. No matter how many times you two had sex, you always had to adjust to his size.

“You’re doing so well.” He chuckled, paying attention to your discomfort.

“Just give me a sec” You groaned, keeping your eyes scrunched shut.

“Such a pretty girl for me” Simon praised, rubbing your exposed stomach.

“Always for you” 

Slowly, Simon began to move, ensuring he checked on how you were handling him. He kept the pace slow, paying close attention to your facial expressions, as well as how your body moved and reacted. Both your bodies found an insatiable groove, moving with each other in perfect synchronised movements.  

“Faster baby” You begged, purposefully moving yourself for more pleasure.

Simon grinned, speeding the pace up gradually, sometimes slowing down until he barely moved, making you whine in frustration, but then suddenly pounded into you catching you completely off guard.

Skin slapping, moaning and breathless panting filled the small, plastered room. 

“You fucking like this? Remind you of last night?” Simon grunted, digging his hands into your hips.

“God- Fuck! Yes Simon, just-like-that!” You squealed in bliss.

A sinister grin crept over his face as he watched you beneath him, your face twisted and turnt with every thrust.

“Fuck- fuck, you’re so good for me! You’re my girl, alright? For-fucking ever” He panted, pounding into you.

“Yesss! I’m always yours” You cried back.

The familiar knot in your stomach started appearing, you tried to push it back, but at the pace Simon kept, it was near impossible.

“Oh fuck fuck, I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum” You moaned.

Simon’s hand reached down, swirling his fingertips on your clit, as his cock went in and out of you. The sensation of both pleasures was overwhelming, you couldn’t last much longer.

“Cum with me, please baby” You begged, holding onto his forearms as he drove into you. 

“Yeah, yeah? You want my cum?” He asks, trying hard not to cum there and then as he watches you.

“Uh-huh, yes please!” 

Your body tensed, feeling your orgasm ride through your entire body, the feeling was incredible. And as you came, so did Simon, stringing together curse words, groans and your name the entire way through.

Simon slowly pulled out of you, you lay there on the sofa below him, breathing heavily and covered in a thin layer of sweat. 

“You okay baby?” He asked, rubbing your thighs that lay around his body.

You nodded, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You close your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath.

Simon leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“Let’s go take a shower, yeah?”

[callsign-datura]

141+ konigs fav position?

Pairing: 141 + Konig x Fem!Reader Ghost? He doesn't have a favorite position. He mostly goes with whatever feels right, but he favors missionary or cowgirl cause he wants to see your pretty face. Cowgirl because he can slip his hand into your hair and pull it back while he's fucking up into you and kiss your neck, leaving heart-shaped hickeys over the flesh while he's pulling at your hips and guiding the pace. Missionary, he likes putting his hands on the backs of your thighs and pushing them up and apart, or pinning them to your chest while he fucks you like a man starved. He loves that look you get in your eyes when you're gripping the pillow you've laid your head on, or when you wrap your arms around his torso and dig your nails into the muscled flesh of his back-- no doubt leaving a mark or two. Price's favorite position? This man fucks from behind, strictly. Likes fucking you doggystyle or reverse cowgirl so he can pull your hair and smack your ass. Sometimes, on nights when he's feeling more sensual, he'll bend you over a dresser, wrap both arms around your torso, and kiss your back as he thrusts into you nice and slow. Sometimes, he'll angle his hips so he hits that spot inside you. Soap... This guy likes any position you do as long as he gets to see your face. Likes putting you on your back on a table and holding the back of your legs and thrust into you quick and hard. He loves seeing your eyes roll back into your head, and he'll get even hornier if you slip a hand between your legs and rub your clit while he fucks you. He also likes leaning over you and pinning your hands above your head, getting a chance to kiss you while you're fucking. Gaz... This guy? Loves fucking you against a wall. Specifically, if your back is against him and he can lift up one of your legs to increase the stimulation he gets from fucking you... something about it... he fucking loves it. Likes choking you from behind or pulling your hair. Usually moves you both onto the bed and either fucks missionary or... ...probably has a thing for prone bone. He'll pick that position when you've had a hard day, or... if you're into somno? He's into that too, fuck yeah, baby. Konig's favorite position-- cowgirl... he's a big guy, so he likes giving you the liberty to control the pace with cowgirl. Likes watching you fuck yourself dumb on his cock; knowing he's practically impaling you? Makes his cock twitch. Like... seriously. If y'all ever fuck doggystyle he'll definitely end up picking you up and holding you up COMPLETELY with a hand around your throat while he pulls you back into him and thrusts into you at the same time so you meet his thrusts. It feels a bit weird but... ngl? he likes the idea of treating you like a ragdoll. He'll never tell you that tho.