#call of duty fanifc

[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.

[callsignmarz]

MDNI | 18+ | König x Reader

TW- mentions of heavy sexual content, knife play, blood, BDSM and explicit language.

“Prisoner of War.”

“Believe me, Schatz. I’m about to ruin you.” His voice sinks into a low purr, your skin shivers with cupidity as if ice was dripping from your shoulders and down to the base of your spine.

Meticulously, König then reaches into his pants to fish out his cock, the tip flushed with a red hue, visibly aching and ready to engulf itself inside of you. Wrapping a fist around the weight of his length, he teasingly tapped on your ass a few times. Each slap adding onto the debarred torment. Your bottom lip feels raw from the amount of times you’ve been gnawing at it as tantalizing desires fester between your legs but, you refuse to allow it to stop the next set of words from rolling off your tongue.

“Do it then, pussy.”

By the time a shit-eating grin plasters itself on your face, his knife ventures back with the point of the blade poking into your jugular. You take a small gulp. Letting your throat naturally close, feeling your pulse thumping hard against the sharp edge as excitement bubbles to the surface. A conflicting storm of urges and emotions cloud König’s mind, darkening his eyes to a charcoal grey. There was always something about you made him want to risk it all.

Was it your unpredictability? The quick witted comebacks?

Whatever it was, it certainly had him wrapped around your fingertips.

You flutter your eyelids with delight as the head of his cock slips and slides between your wet folds and against your swollen clit, blending your fluids together.

König bites down on his lip, stifling back an audible groan as he studied how your body responded to his touch. The walls of the room temporarily fade to black when his dick disappears deep inside of you, stretching you out deliciously. Your face scrunches at the burn and an animalistic moan erupts from your throat. Naturally, your hands jerk back to allow yourself to adjust to his size, however, were quickly reminded about the metal chains, holding you down in position.

“Let’s see how much shit-talking you do now, Y/N.”

“Fuck you.” You managed to rasp in between moans.

Behind the mask his mouth hooks, “Get ready then.”

Gritting your teeth, pleasure infuses with pain as König pulls his hips back about half way before snapping back. Your walls constrict around him while he set a deliberating pace.

Since day one, you were a constantly in the back of his head. Haunting him. Now, he wanted to haunt you the same way you have for years. He wanted to punish you. To claim you. The table creaks while you held onto your chains for dear life, drowning in the endless waves of your arousal.

“Oh God, König! I’m about—” You go to say but he quickly chimes in, finishing your sentence for you.

“To cum? I don’t think so. At least not yet anyway. But, don’t worry, I’ll let you know when you can.”

Your legs shake uncontrollably when you feel König pull out and away, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“No, please. Come back, I was so close. Please, let me come. Please!”

Your begging was heavenly. But, as much as he wanted to give you what you wanted. König restrained himself, relishing on the way you were slowly losing control. He took in the vulnerable state you were in while he fiddled with his knife.

“armes Ding. (Poor thing.)” He pouted, leisurely stroking himself with his free hand, “You know, Y/N. I could easily go all night. Fucking that greedy pussy of yours, denying you of any release.”

You shake your head weakly in response, eager to welcome him back inside at any moment and his mouth twists into a conniving smirk,

“Aht aht. You need to use your words. Or do I have to force them out of you?”

While you catch your breath, you turn back to peer shyly at König through your lashes and underneath his unforgivable gaze. Pride lodges itself in your throat and you struggle to swallow it down. You were never the one to submit, especially in bed.

“Claim me as yours, König.”

“Say it again, Leibling. I didn't hear you.”

“You fucking heard me.”

König took a long pause, letting go of himself as he stalked his way around you, taking his time in between steps. You feel his demanding presence shift the air around the room and the sound of König suck at his teeth, contemplating his next move.

Technically, you did say for König to claim you.

What you didn’t say was how.

Once again, König positioned himself behind you, firmly grasping the knife in his hand. Your eyes widened, letting out a piercing cry when you felt a sharp, burning sensation on your ass cheek. The chains rattle erratically as you wiggled, attempting to break away from him.

“Hold still!” His voice boomed off of the walls and you do your best to follow his command, “Good girl.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you sink your teeth into your bicep, distracting your senses as he continues to carve into your skin. Blood bubbles and trickles down your leg matching with the brimming pain and anger.

When König finishes, he observes his new work of artwith a sense of fulfillment. Satisfied with how it looks, König then gives you a sharp smack on the ass as if he was giving it a stamp of approval.

“What the fuck was that for!?” You spat with new found hatred. As you turn to look at the damage, you could feel your heart hit the pit of your stomach.

“What? I only did what you asked of me. I simply claimed you as mine.” He chorkles, setting the knife down to the side, amused that his name is now engraved in your skin.

“Now and forever.”

Your chest heaves with the gates of hell burning on the other side of your irises. König’s words were just as permanent as the new hand made label. Right as you go to throw another fit, König swiftly flips you on your back, twisting the chains tighter into your wrists. One by one, your boots and your pants were stripped off, granting himself full access to you. Out of spite, you cross your legs as tight as you could, denying him to wedge himself in between your legs.Cocking a brow, König scoffs at you feeble attempt.

“You really think that’s going to stop me?”

Giving you no room to protest, he grabs your ankles, pinning them on either side of your head, completely folding you and leaving you wide open. König could feel you thrash yourself, but ultimately, he held all the power, whether you liked it or not.

“So feisty, Y/N.” He teased, his tone dripping with desire.

A mewl escapes from your lips at the feel of the fabric of his sniper hood, lightly brushing along your clit before being completely covered. Steadily, his head lowers while maintaining eye contact, you hold your breath as you felt the heat of his breath ghost over, driving you closer to the brink of insanity with a pathetic amount of ecstasy.

Concealed behind the curtain of his hood, you felt his tongue flatten, tasting you from the back to front, seeking out your sensitive bud. Once he found your sweet spot, König didn’t hesitate to get to work, avidly humming as he sucked and slurped on your clit. Your back arches while you lose your sense of reality from the sensation of it all, compelling your muscles to tremor beneath his captive hold. Each lap, each swirl, pushed you closer and closer to your insatiable orgasm.

The faces you made were absolute perfection. He could watch you all day. But, that doesn’t mean you deserve to be rewarded.

You had to earn it.

Just as you were about to reach your climax, König, once again, pulls away and you throw your head back in frustration.

“König, please! Just let me come already.” You cry.

His grip loosens around your ankles, the pads of his fingers creep along your skin leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Underneath the hood, König licks his lips, savoring on the essence that was left on his chin.

“I think you’ve become a very addicting problem, Y/N. How about we make a deal? If I let you out of those cuffs, I’ll let you come as many times as you want while riding me. What do you say?”

You meet König’s gaze, hesitating to give an answer right away. There was no way he was being serious. You refused to believe it, and yet, here you are, tempted with an opportunity to escape your imprisonment. Adrenaline kickstarts and courses through your veins. Taking a small swallow, you give your answer.

“Deal.”

His hand comes up, ripping open a velcro seal on his vest and with only two fingers, he pulls the keys out. With freedom dangling at his fingertips, all you had to do was keep yourself in control. Your lips press together, hiding the excitement back as an audible click of the cuffs releases you, the metal no longer digging into your bone.

It takes you a minute or two for the pins and needles to stop when you retract your arms back down to your sides. Then, the unexpected sound of a metal chair scraping against the floor makes you jump to your feet. When you spin around, König had taken the chair from the other side of the room and placed it a few feet away from you. He moves around and comfortably takes a seat, his posture relaxed though he was still hard. Lazily, he tilts his head to the side, pleased to see how well you were behaving.

With a click of his tongue, he tears your attention away from his cock, although, he didn’t really mind it.

“Get on all fours and crawl to me.”

You understood the assignment. So, taking your time, you drop to your knees and assumed the position, your eyes never leaving his as you started to crawl to him.

“That’s it, Leibling. Nice and easy.”

A low pitched hum vibrates his chest when his left hand found his shaft and stroked himself, matching with your slow tempo.

When you reach his boots, your hands slither up aiming for his abdomen. But, before you decide sit on his lap, you make a last minute decision and stick your tongue out, licking from the base to the tip, sampling on the taste of his pre-cum. König’s head tips back, fighting to keep the beast within him contained when your lips gently kiss the veins that decorated his length, allowing a second in between. A heavy sigh unleashes and races down your spine with electricity as König’s hips rise and fall with a natural flow, searching for solace of any form.

Rewardingly, you open your mouth and König promptly invades. You look up at him, keeping a steady trend and you take this opportunity to start plotting. Your mind begins to wander as you start to change your pace and out of nowhere, a rough hand comes down to back of your head, fingers ensnared at your roots, yanking you off of his cock. Instantly, you freeze when you receive a warning glare from König.

“Don’t even try it, Frau. (Woman.)”

Forcing out a scoff, you play dumb, “Oh, stop being paranoid. I wasn’t even doing anything.” You cooed.

Carefully, you swing a leg over his and climb into his lap. König anticipates you movements and shifts his hips accordingly so you’re able hover over his dick, teasing the tip of his dick between your heat. A small moan slips past your lips, easing your weight down onto him. Colorful words and phrases, spill from König’s mouth. Letting go of your hair, his hands slide to the small of your back, you feel his fingers grazing at the hem of your shirt and creep their way underneath.

“I don’t want to hold back anymore.” You tell him breathlessly, slowly rocking your hips in a controlled rhythm, his cock swelling with each deliberate bounce.

A new wave of pleasure threatens to consume you entirely when you feel König groping and fondling your tits. Unable to resist the familiar turmoil, you secure yourself by throwing your arms around his neck. Feeling your walls contracting around him, König instinctively took control, thrusting into you at an deplorable pace.

“I can feel you, Schatz. You’re almost there.” König’s huffs, his voice low and gravelly as he continues, “Just remember, no matter how much you run and hide, your body, your being, it all belongs to me.”

His words push you further into a chaotic frenzy. Your moans fill the room as you bounce with fervor and urgency while his hips buck to meet with your movements. Eventually, you were tossed over the edge, finally reaching the pinnacle of your orgasm and it wasn’t too long before König chases after his own, spurting his hot seed deep inside of you. The both of you sat there, relishing on the feeling of the after shocks of your insatiable orgasm.

“Such a good girl. I love the way your pussy clings to me, begging for more.”

It wasn’t like he was wrong. If you were being honest with yourself, the sex was far from good. Damn near maddening and very much addicting.

Breathing heavily, you climb off his lap and walk over to dress yourself. König remains seated, his eyes following your every move but doesn’t get up to place you back in his custody.

Once you were fully dressed, you turned to face him, fully expecting him to get in the way of your escape. But, instead, he just sat there, almost in defeat.

“You’re not going to stop me?” You questioned, genuinely curious and he simply shook his head, adding onto your confusion.

“Why not?”

“I’ve grown to like the little games we play.”

Silence falls and you count down the seconds you have with this slim window of opportunity. Taking his answer for what it is, you rush towards the door before stopping dead in your tracks to turn back as if you could leave without one. Taken back by surprise, you lift up his hood enough to expose his rosy lips and capture them with yours.

The kiss was quick and you give him these last words,

“Find me in Montreal.”

[hyperfixiation-station]

Content?

What do yall want to see next while I work on Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of information, Choices(x3), and Guilt-tripped?

Sorry I'm asking a lot of questions today apparently

Also Beach Day is like my least urgent fic rn so it might be a bit before the filler fics start coming, sorry :((