#call of duty modern warfare smut

[statusexile]

Task Force 141’s favorite torture method when they found out you work for Makarov is by tying your arms and legs wide open to the bedposts while you’re naked as they wrote derogatory words such as “cock whore”, “cum dumpster”, “gang rape me”, “free to use” all over your body. You will be nothing but their fuck toy, your body will be used at their own will. Your cunt and asshole will be so fucking sore and puffy after having to fuck them multiple times a day to the point it became numb.

Ghost and Price will be the most ruthless ones, they’ll fuck you like you’re a subhuman, torturing all your holes not only with their fucking thick cocks, but by using every single thing that they could fit inside you, making sure your holes are gaping and stretched wide open, solely for their amusement as you violently scream for their mercy.

While Soap and Gaz will physically torture you by choking, slapping and constantly using your mouth as a fleshlight. They love hearing you gag on their cocks while they face fuck your mouth. If you pass out, they’ll slap you over and over again until you wake up only to be used by them again.

Your body is all sticky from their cum, basically oozing with them from every single pore on your skin at this point. Your mind and body is constantly about to break from them constantly fucking and torturing you, while the room you’re held hostage in constantly blaring with metal music and blindingly bright lights for 24/7. You’re lucky if you get any water or food, most of the time their cum is your only food for days. But hey, you’re a strong girl, right? I’m sure you’ll keep up with their demands.

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Price, who insists you’re made for him

Made for him to touch, to hold- to fuck.

Just look at the curve of your hips- perfect for him to grab on to and bounce you up and down on his cock. Look at those lips too, so plump and kissable, perfect for him to bite and kiss till they’re all big and swollen for him.

The small of you back- made for him to rest his hand to guide you wherever he needs. Your eyes- pretty long lashes meant for him to make wet with overwhelmed tears from how good he fucks you. Your hands- meant to be held by his or otherwise on him, whether that be clawing at his back, around his cock, or splayed against his chest as the two of you sleep nestled together like puzzle pieces.

Made for him with the perfect amount of fat on your bones for him to dig his fingers into. Something to grab onto, as he says. There’s enough muscle and fat on you to take his spankings well- for him to be able to bend you over his knee and not worry about hurting you, even when your ass turns a pretty bright red and you whimper out apologies like pleas.

It’s your thighs too- with the insides soft and sensitive, perfect for him to dig his teeth into and kiss in apology. They’re made for him to be between them, either with his tongue teasing licking it’s way into your hole or his cock battering its way into your cunt- and don’t even get him started on your cunt, because that’s made for him too. Perfectly. And he’s always sure to tell you about it, pistoning his cock in and out and going on and on about how perfect you are, how wet and warm and needy your pussy is for him. How pretty you stretch around his girth, squeezing him perfectly as your body sucks him in.

All of you, he insists. Made for him. And he’ll never let you go, because to do so would be denying your nature. Your nature of being his.

[honeesucker]

*°:⋆ₓₒ Virgin!Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

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*°:⋆ₓₒ Inspired by this post by @rowarn because I am ravenous thinking about it and non-sub virgin!Simon is the best.

You don't know how it happened, you ending up back at the apartment of your Lieutenant but here you were with your shirt off, chest bared to the man currently kneading the soft flesh there as he pinched and twisted your nipples with calloused fingers. You couldn't help the soft panting breaths and bottom-lip biting moans you let loose as his skilled fingertips worked you over, and every mewl or yelp only served to heighten his excitement and spur him on further.

Simon was straddling your waist, his legs locked around yours like this was a take-down during training except this time the hardened outline of his cock was pressing down against your clothed mound like a beast waiting to be set free. He pressed down against you, grinding his hips in a fluid motion surprising for him, but it drew a low groan out of you as you felt the delicious friction.

"S-Simon," you breathed his name like an angel, his name rolled off your tongue so softly and he damn near came in his pants at the sound of it.

"Hm?" He murmured gently, rolling his hips again as he drew more sweet sounds from your lips.

"S-Stop teasing m-me," you whined as you met his intense gaze with a pouty look, you bottom lip jutting out gently. "S'not fair."

"Shh," he hushed you gently. "Just let me take care of you, yeah?" You just gave a soft hum in response, allowing him to continue his slow fondle of your chest as you arched up further into his touch. "Greedy little thing, aren't ya?" He chided softly. Simon's hands continued their kneading, twisting, pulling and pinching of your flesh until he was satisfied with the result; a few marks left in the wake of his actions.

His hands were suddenly not satisfied with just your upper half, licking his lips in anticipation of what came next as he trailed soft touches down your abdomen to the hem of your bottoms. He hooked his fingers beneath the material and pulled them down gently as he moved himself off of you, the material slipping down the length of your legs as he discarded them onto the floor. He swallowed hard at the sight of you bare to him, no panties, nothing was separating you two any longer save for his own clothing... but he relished in the small amount of power that came from you completely bare beneath him while he still hadn't touched a single piece clothing on his body.

"Touch yourself while I undress." Simon's voice came out stern, sending a shiver down your body as you complied, your fingers dancing down your skin until they reached your slick folds, your fingers dipping into the soft flesh there as you gasped softly, your legs spreading wider to give him a better view of yourself.

Simon slowly slipped one arm at a time out of his tight compression shirt, then pulled it over his head swiftly, eliciting a gasp from you at the sight of his muscled torso. He then slowly, agonizingly slow, unbuttoned his trousers and undid the zipper, pulling it down at a glacial pace as some of the tension released and the outline of his cock bulged forward in his dark boxer-briefs.

Simon moved down from his standing position, laying on his belly between your legs as a deep groan reverberated in his chest at the sight of you splayed out before him. You peeked open your eyes just in time to see the primal look on his face as his tongue drew heavy and slow across his lips; before leaning forward and hooking his hands below your knees to throw your legs over his shoulders as he leaned down to lick a long, wet strip up the center of your soaked pussy, the sensation was almost too much immediately, sending shockwaves through your whole body as you arched off the bed with a soft yelp. 

Simon let out a deep, rumbling growl at your response, whispering, "so sweet for me, pretty thing," before delving back in and devouring your pussy with a symphony of lewd squelching and sloppy sounds like a man starved who was just handed a sweet fruit. His mouth latched around your swollen clit with a pressure that had you seeing stars as his middle and ring finger found their way into your sopping depths, arching in their entry as they found the sweet spongy spot just inside your hole, applying pressure as they curled cruelly in quick movements, drawing out more moans from you. 

"S-Si, s'too much..." you whined again, Simon ceasing all of his movements as he shushed you with an intense, stern gaze. You were a whimpering mess above him as he played you like an instrument, his fingers practiced and languid as his tongue flicked at your sensitive nub, his lips locked around your clit to apply a sucking pressure that left you coming undone around his fingers, your hips bucking up to meet his movements as he fingered you through your first orgasm. Simon pulled his hand away, sucking on the soaked fingers with a downright sinful sound, and leaned back down again to soon have you on the precipice of another orgasm soon after the first, his tongue hungrily licking you out as his thumb made perfect, pressured circles on your clit; within moments you were left panting and covered in a sheen of sweat, pleading to be released as he kept devouring you until the pleasure tinged with pain from his relentless oral assault. 

Simon climbed slowly up the bed, laying half-on, half-off of you as he applied a bit of his weight to you. "Such a good little thing you are, yeah? Being so good for me," he murmured softly as his hand cupped your face, his thumb stroking your cheek slowly as his eyes reflected an adoration you had rarely seen him portray. You couldn't help the heated blush that tinged your cheeks as you averted your eyes for a moment, but he pinched into your cheeks with his index finger and thumb, squishing your face between his fingers gently. "Now, now... I want you to look at me while I take you, yeah?"

You couldn't help the little quick breath you sucked in, lacking any response other than a small nod of your head as your mouth hung open a tiny bit. Simon couldn't help but chuckle at this sight, imagining the ways your face would contort when he finally sunk himself inside of you... but there was a bit of bitter nerves in the back of his mind at the idea of something going wrong since Simon was a virgin. You and he had already discussed it, in fact, it was a talk that resulted in tonight even happening... but for the love of fuck he certainly didn't know how to act right now as he slipped his boxer-briefs down his muscled thighs and positioned himself between your spread legs. He certainly almost came right then and there when you looked up at him with those eyes of yours, wide and waiting, your mouth hanging open a little until you bit your lower lip at the sight of him - he rubbed his thick cockhead up and down the length of your slit, gathering the slippery cum from your earlier orgasms as he pressed into you slowly. He didn't notice he was holding his breath until he let out a quick gasp of air at the fell of your tight walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Simon had to steady himself as he hilted the entire length of his cock inside of you, your tight walls pulsating around him in gentle spasms as you got used to the intrusion.

He pulled back slowly, almost too slowly as he left only the tip in until he pushed the length of his cock back inside of you, the slippery ease of his movements creating a pleasant friction that cause both of you to shiver. Simon didn't make it but six or seven more thrusts before his cock was spasming inside of you, spurting a rope of sticky white cum into your depths. He froze, you just looked up at him with soft, loving eyes which instantly relaxed him; he didn't feel ashamed or embarrassed, but he was worried a bit over what your reaction would be.

His cock was still raging hard inside of you despite the orgasm, and he couldn't help the way he chewed on his lower lip as he started pushing inside of you again, surprise written all over your face as your head fell back, his hips snapping up into yours with a renewed fervor that had you moaning out loud again. He got a little smug after that, watching you writhe beneath him in pleasure as he fucked you at a relentless pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room alongside soft groans and moans.

Simon could feel the familiar twist and coil of pressure building in his lower abdomen, shooting down into his cock as he felt his balls tighten again, unloading another round of cum deep against your cervix as he bottomed out in you, straining from how much deeper he wanted to be.

This repeated for an hour, Simon making it a few series of deep thrusts into your waiting hole and he couldn't control himself between the sensation of the silken feel of your walls around him or the fucked out expression on your face - it would only be another fuck or ten minutes before he was fucking another load deep into your cunt... but don't think he was being greedy - he pulled three more orgasms out of you before you were begging him enough was enough.

You two lay in each other's arms, Simon stroking the side of your face as he cooed sweet words into your ear, kissing your temple, your forehead, your jaw, just below your ear and then along your neck and back up again. You were in fucked out bliss, safe in his arms as he cradled you against his muscled body, skin again skin as you came down from your multiple highs; feeling safe and cared for.

"S'just the beginning, love." Simon would mutter, his hands already starting to wander lower again.

[tacticalprincess]

bouncing on nerd!könig’s cock while he gushes about how pretty you are, his rambling dipping in and out of german because your pussy has fried his brain so much he’s practically incoherent. glasses all foggy, not knowing which part of you to hold onto because he’s so overwhelmed so he ends up groping every bit of skin he can reach, inexperienced hands mapping out all the dips and curves of your body with rough squeezes. he doesn’t let go of you even after he cums, unintentionally overstimulating himself because you just feel so good wrapped around him, he doesn’t want it to end :( he even starts sloppily meeting your thrusts, trying to get his dick deeper than your cunt has room for, too pussydrunk to worry about breaking you.

you decide to put him out of his misery by giving his mouth something to do that isn’t make a fool out of himself, shoving his face into your chest. it only makes his moans and whimpers louder as he sucks your sensitive nipples so hard you almost start to think he’s expecting milk :(

[sweetiecutie]

Husband! König is very happy that your parents decide to finally come over to your house for a week to spend Christmas and New Year with you two. König does genuinely enjoy their company - they’re his family now after all, not only by law but by feelings that connect you all.

But there’s a little but. Husband! König just can’t help but feel frustrated at the lack of intimacy between you two these past days. Not only have you been occupied with holiday preparations, shortening the usual amount of attention you gave him, but constant presence of both your parents around the house meant nearly to no sex. From fucking you whenever and wherever he pleased, König now had to settle for a quick hand- or blowjob from you in a bathroom before going back to your parents, all broad smiles and innocence in your eyes.

Husband! König who clenches his chiseled jaw, throwing his head back so it hits the wall behind with a soft ‘thud’ as he tries his absolute hardest to bite back all the moans and groans threatening to slip off his tongue. You coo sweet apologies to him as your hand fists his leaking cock before the warmth of your mouth wraps around thick shaft, sinking down on it until your nose is buried into small bush of dark blonde hair on König’s pubic.

König can barely stay upright, the lack of any sexual interaction between you two in these past days making him even more sensitive. A string of hissed curses falling from bitten lips as your throat moulded to the shape of his dick, clenching down on him as you bob your head up and down, fucking the cum out of your husband with your mouth.

Husband! König who doesn’t last for long, soon flooding your throat with his thick pearly cum, making you gag and cough around his softening dick. You slip your mouth off his dick, tucking it back into his boxers and pressing a small kiss right under his bellybutton, practically making König melt in your arms. “I’m sorry baby, I promise that I’ll make up to you once they leave” you whisper, pressing another quick kiss to his tummy before standing up and exiting the bathroom, leaving your hubby all hot and bothered still>:[

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[whateveriwant]

Simon Riley rough sex this. Simon Riley hard kink that. What about silly sex with Simon, huh? What about fun, carefree sex? What about goofy, awkward, ‘Ouch, you're on my hair’ / ‘Oh shit, sorry, love’ sex with Simon? Huh??? Ever think about that?

Simon who trips and falls after getting his feet caught in his trousers. Simon who fumbles his words as he tries to dirty talk, because you just feel so damn good he can't think straight. Simon whose sweat drips and stings your eyes as he holds himself above you. Simon who attempts to keep a straight face after one of you makes a fart noise, but then he breaks, which makes you break, and then you're both just dissolving into a fit of laughter. Simon who accidentally elbows you in the head as you're changing positions. Simon who misses your lips as he tries to kiss you in the dark, catching the tip of your nose instead. Simon whose voice cracks super loudly in the middle of a moan. Simon who forgot to lock the cat out of the room, and now she's jumping on the bed with you. Simon who has to pause and take five minutes after he gets a bad cramp in his leg. Simon who grins and chuckles to himself as he cums, biting his lip as he's overwhelmed by a feeling of bliss.

And finally, neither Simon nor you really worried about finishing, because at the end of the day all you care about is having fun together.

[bejeweledblondie]

When I tell you I was pissing my pants laughing at this.

“This wallpaper is so cute, we could live here” ME IN A NUTSHELL I have ADHD (I’m medicated for it) but when I’m off it this is me 😭

[v1x3n]

[emoelvin]

Warm&cozy

[euno11a]

You’re riding König, he’s laid out beneath you as his dick sits in you. You made a bet with him saying you could make him cum in less than 10 minutes.

“W-wait, stop, stop…”

“What? Don’t tell me you’re already ready to tap out. Scared you’re going to lose?”

He shakes his head, looking up at you. He looked so vulnerable beneath you.

“No…just stop moving like that…” he mumbles, not looking away from you.

“Like what…? Like this?” You grind on his dick, he lets out a small gasp as his eyes roll backwards.

“Oh…fuck…” he whispers.

You smirk down at him and place your hands on his pecs to lean down closer to him. “What was that?” You ask in a playful voice.

“N-nothing!” He says quickly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Okay. Well, I’ll get off the-”

“Wait!” He says hurriedly, grabbing your hips to keep you on him. “Don’t move…”

You look down at him to see his blissed out eyes…what a good boy he was.

[statusexile]

[tw: corruption kink, fisting, squirting, dirty talk]

Ghost is a regular at the coffee shop where you work as a barista. He visits at least five times a week and always orders an Americano. Even with his balaclava on, you can feel his intense gaze on you every time you take his order, sending shivers down your spine. But he has never said anything besides a simple thank you, so it catches you off guard when he finally asks you out on a date.

Your first date with him was perfect. Despite his cold demeanor on the outside, deep down, he was a true gentleman. You feel absolutely comfortable talking to him, even though it was your very first date. When you told him that you had never dated anyone before or had sex, he was surprised — how could someone as beautiful as you never been with anyone before? But instead of judging or pressuring you, Ghost simply smiled and continued to treat you with the utmost respect and care until the date ends. As the two of you continued to go on dates, Ghost finally confesses his love to you.

Ghost may present himself as a gentleman, but you had no idea what he had in store for you. He loves you, but his main intention was to defile your innocence, to twist you into his corrupt and depraved little fuck toy.  And Ghost is a patient man; he’s willing to wait for however long it may take for that day to come.

The first time you had sex with him was absolutely sweet and beautiful. He took his time, spending at least an hour prepping you and making sure you were comfortable before finally fucking you with his throbbing cock by making you cum on his mouth and fingers first. You could feel your pussy stretched when he finally fucks you with his monstrous cock, making you sob from the sensation. Ghost peppered you with kisses and praises as he slowly fucks you, reminding you how good you are for him.

But that was a long time ago, as you now find yourself spread open on his couch, legs splayed wide as he thrusts his entire fist into your wet cunt. The sharp pain shoots through you as his knuckle pounds you deep inside while his other hand holds a lit cigarette, casually taking drags as he ruthlessly fists your cervix with forceful thrusts. You are completely under his control, reduced to a writhing mess as he ravages you without mercy, determined to completely destroy your cunt.

“Look at you taking my fist like a champ, love” Ghost’s voice drips with scorn and disgust as he takes another drag of his cigarette, inhaling deeply before exhaling a cloud of smoke while continuing to violently fist fuck your already sore and bruised cunt. You let out a guttural scream that echoes through the walls of his apartment, tears streaming down your face as you feel his knuckle ruts into you. It feels like he’s trying to rip out your organs and leave you gutted like a fish. You can’t help but revel in the feeling of being completely owned by Ghost. And deep down, that’s exactly what you wanted all along.

“Oh, you want to cum, sweetheart? Come on, cum for me, cum on my fucking fist you pathetic little slut,” Ghost growls sadistically as he plunge his fist deeper and faster into your throbbing cunt. Broken sobs escape from your raw throat, but your body responds to his command soon enough as you finally squirt all over his hand, the warm liquid dripping down onto the couch and coating his tatted forearm with your cum.

Your body trembles as he forcefully pulls out his fist from inside your throbbing, stretched-out cunt, leaving it hollow and dripping with the remnants of your juice. He shoves his hand into your mouth. Your tongue greedily laps of your own cum, drinking it like a rabid dog.

Ghost found you first and now you’re his forever to ruin however he pleases. ♡

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Fussy brat - John Price x Reader

Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, bratting, soft brat taming. Spanking, punishment and aftercare. Standard brat/brat taming warnings. Nsfw but no sex. Pretty soft- kinda hurt comfort. Soft (but stern) dom John Price.

Price is trying to teach you that there are better ways to get attention than acting bratty.

Unfortunately, you’re a slow learner. But Price is a patient man, and he’s happy to be forgiving while you learn.

But he won’t tolerate disrespect.

Price, who doesn’t give you much of a reaction when you’re being a brat. If anything, he pays less attention to you.

He’s trying to teach you that bratting isn’t going to get you what you want. He knows you want a reaction from him, he knows your looking for attention, but he’s not going to reward bad behavior.

John Price is a man in control of his emotions. A career in the military and years of leading others has taught him a thing or two about how people work, and he’s going to see right through you. He’s going to see you testing his limits, see you trying to figure out just how much you can get away with, and he’s going to see you trying to test just how much you can push him before he snaps. He’s going to see through all of that and he’s going to have enough of a handle on himself and his emotions to not give you the reactions you’re trying to get.

Because he’s not going to reward bad behavior. Simple as that. But he sure as hell ain’t gonna let you get away with it either.

Price will let you push boundaries, he’ll let you pout and act out with your petty disobediences and bad attitude. Untill you go too far.

Maybe you’ve been acting wrong since he got home. Talking back here, ignoring commands there- just being a brat.

And he won’t stop you, but you aren’t getting the attention or reaction he knows you’re wanting. But if anything, that just makes you try harder.

Price does his best to discourage it. If you do anything too blatant he’ll give you a look that’ll make your entire body tense up. It’s like being a kid again, caught red handed with your hand in a pack of cookies you weren’t supposed to touch.

You know full well how that look is your final warning. It’s the only reaction your going to get, and sometimes it’s enough to make you fold all together- to get your self back in line and start acting good again for him.

Sometimes.

Other times, you don’t heed that warning, even though you most definitely should.

If you choose to ignore that warning, if you choose not to reel in your behavior, let alone if you choose to intensify it- you’ll be in trouble.

He’ll go silent, completely ignoring you. He may not stand up immediately. If he has a drink or cigar, he will by all means take his time to finish it. He isn’t going to rush for some brat.

Once he’s done, he’ll stand up- probably with a sigh- and grab you. Sometimes he’ll grab you by the scruff of your neck or your upper arm- his thick fingers digging harshly into the muscles as you’re marched to Price’s chair like a child. Other times he’ll carry you- one of his arm wrapping around your waist and lifting you effortlessly- your arms and legs dangling uselessly even as you try to squirm and struggle in his grip- or you simply being slung over his shoulder like a sack.

He’ll drag you over to the recliner, or maybe to the bedroom - it doesn’t matter much, the outcome will be the same. He’ll bend you over his knees, not saying anything as he forces your face into the mattress or the arm of the chair and yanks your bottoms down, delivering a harsh slap to your ass.

He’ll keep you like that, holding your squirming and writhing body down as he beats your ass black and blue. He won’t stop when you apologize, he won’t stop when you yelp in pain, and he won’t stop when you beg him. He’s not going to stop until he thinks you’ve learned your lesson.

He probably won’t make you count. The punishment is meant for you to think about your actions, and he doesn’t need to give you an opportunity to earn yourself even more hits by refusing- or failing- to count.

He won’t stop till your a blubbering, clingy mess beneath him, till he’s beat your ass so red that you’ll be feeling it for days. He won’t stop till he sees you ugly crying so brokenly in his arms- big, fat tears pouring out of your pretty eyes and running down your face for him to wipe and kiss away.

Price keep you in his lap afterwards, telling you that it’s okay, your punishment’s over, you can start fresh now.

He’ll tell you what you did wrong- when exactly you started acting up, when you crossed the line into earning yourself a punishment- he’ll tell you how to do better, he’ll always make sure to tell you, yet again, that he wants you to ask for attention instead of getting all fussy and bratty.

He’ll remind you that it’s not that he enjoys punishing you so hard- in fact he can hardly stand to see you crying and oh so pitiful- but just cause he’s a patient man who’s trying to be lenient as you unlearn years of being able to get what you want through bratting doesn’t mean he’s going to let you disrespect him.

Once your punishment is over, and after Price has gone through his routine of explaining what you did to earn the discipline, he’ll make sure to give you all the attention you want. All that attention you were craving before- now that your behavior has been felt with, he’s finally free to give in and shower you in all the attention he was forced to withhold during your spurt of bad behavior.

Don’t you see? When you’re good, you get all the love, attention, and affection you could possibly want. It’s just when you act up that Price has to withhold all that. He can’t let you think that your bad behavior will get you anything other than being ignored and, eventually, punished.

He doesn’t expect you to be perfect. He’ll let you pout and grump all you want, especially after a punishment. It may technically be a bit bratty, but it’s not really disrespectful, it’s just his pretty girl being a bit fussy.

You’re still learning- which is even more of an excuse reason to let it slide.

And, well… maybe he does have a bit of a soft spot for the pouting.

Regardless, he’s sure to give you lots of kisses and cuddles as you calm down- and even more afterwards. Because he knows you’re struggling. He knows you’re just his needy girl- that you’re just craving his love and attention, but don’t know how to get it besides acting out- and no matter how much of a brat you can be- or how long of a process it is for him to get you to start acting right- he loves you.

[pearlcigs]

⋆ virgin!gf

ghost with a virgin!gf who taunts you with your virginity any chance he gets

ghost with a virgin!gf who only lets you cuddle with him when your panties are off but the second you rub against him for any kind of friction he's done

ghost with a virgin!gf who loves watching you try to get yourself off but you can't seem to get the hang of it

ghost with a virgin!gf who sits you on his thigh while he works and let's you 'discreetly' hump his thigh

ghost with a virgin!gf who jerks his leg to break your rhythm when he thinks you're getting too close

ghost with a virgin!gf who will lay you on the bed and strip you of all your clothes, blowing on your cunt to watch it flutter with need

ghost with a virgin!gf who lets you jerk his big cock off when you get him too worked up (especially right before a meeting)

könig with a virgin!gf who finds joy in feeling you squirm in bed next to him at night from how pent up he makes you

könig with a virgin!gf who will let you cup your hands around the bulge in his pants for no reason other to compare how little your hands are compared to his dick

könig with a virgin!gf who encourages you to wear revealing outfits and you do in hopes that he'll break and finally fuck you (he never does)

könig with a virgin!gf who really wants to take your virginity and him not being able to have sex with you is really hard for him but the teasing and edging pleasure he gets from making you wait is worth it

könig with a virgin!gf who will deadass just tell people you’re a virgin to embarrass you

könig with a virgin!gf who gets your hopes up by saying that he'll finally fuck you but the catch is he'll only fuck you anally

könig with a virgin!gf who loves watching you give him puppy dog eyes as you beg him for any kind of contact

first part (same person, just different blogs.)

@neoarchipelago @i-like-knives-n-stuff @angethehimbosimp @cvmcollecter @multy-fandom-lover @multistan-247 @lilwingedwolfy @thisuserisaninfpgirl @fatisll05

[tacticalprincess]

Um… König who thinks every woman with large breasts lactates. And you find out when he’s sucking too hard.

getting so many titty related requests y’all know him a lil too well…

this with inexperienced!könig !! you’re riding his thick fingers, trying to get them to hit the spongy spot at the front of your cunt because he keeps forgetting to curl them. he started making out with your tits as soon as you gave him the okay, noticing the way his eyes honed in on them since you lifted your shirt and taking pity on him. it’s not until he starts nipping at your sensitive nipples, the suction of his mouth borderline painful, that you try to pull away.

“ow! what are you doing?”

his eyes are almost completely black when he looks up, mouth shiny with his own spit. it matches the glossy sheen on your breasts, all swollen and red from his efforts. “trying to… get the milk…” he heaves, ready to dive back in.

you hold him back to inform him that lactation usually only happens when a woman is pregnant, and he gets all pouty and confused, reaching up with his free hand to inspect your boobs. “but they’re so heavy… and fat?” he tries to squeeze your nipple to make sure.

he’ll genuinely think the solution is to just get you pregnant so he can taste your milk. all you can do is sigh. you’re not sure what you got yourself into…

[simonzmama]

‘magin sweet virgin simon finally hittin it.

your legs sit hiked up on the thick muscles sittin’ atop his hipbones, his fingers digging deep into the sheets, practically twisting em off the mattress as he breathes out lowly.

his hips press forward further, his cock burning n stomach rolling into taut knots that have his nails digging holes into your pretty pink sheets.

you drag your hands up his chest slowly watching as the muscles pull tight n his hips stutter. his eyes flicker up to yours, skin breakin out in a mess of tender of goosebumps. “breathe, baby. you’re goin’ red on me, si.”

he laughs lowly, throat thick as he bottoms out. his thighs press against the back of yours, neck rolling as he tries his absolute best to contain the way his orgasm shivers down his spine.

“oh my… fuck,” he groans, teeth takin ahold of his tongue to silence the multitude of noises rising up his throat. his eyes flutter to a shut slowly as he tries to get the image of your sweet body outta his mind, or the fact that your cunt is suckin’ n holdin’ him there so tightly.

his head drops into the crook of your neck as he slowly pulls back, teeth nippin at your soft skin as your head arches back. his teeth bare in a soft hiss, jaw ticking against your chin. you drag your nails down his back gently, a pretty moan spilling free off your lips at the soft drag of his thick cock against your warm, silky walls.

n that’s what does it for him, the sound of that melodic whine. it plays n plays in his mind on repeat until he’s suddenly forcing himself back into you, hips a shaky stuttery mess.

n the groan, the drawn out whimper that tumbles off his lips is cruel. his teeth sink down into your skin as his hips ground forward, desperately attempting to fuck his seed into you. his eyes roll and his fingers grasp at the soft hair lining the nape of your neck.

“simon?” you murmur softly feeling his thick, hot release fill you full. “lemme look at you, wanna see that pretty face.”

zamnnnn. dis sounded better in my head 🤦‍♀️✌️

[sweetiecutie]

More ex bf!König headcanons bc I love my men pathetic

Ex boyfriend! König who is definitely over you. That’s what he tells himself and his friends, sipping on his beer and pressing his new girl closer to his side. No one says anything but they all share a knowing look - all of his new girls resemble you somehow: their general appearance or some exact features like shape of her lips or eyes, their behaviour or how they handle themselves. But needless to say that none of those ‘relationships’ lasted longer than a few months.

Ex boyfriend! König whom you meet at one of your shared friend’s party, his sharp eyes detecting you the moment you step into the room, his throat growing dry as he watched your every move intently. You seemed relaxed - too normal, not mourning the loss of your relationship as much as he did, seemed like you didn’t spend sleepless nights thinking about him.

Ex boyfriend! König who after a few drinks has you cornered in small bathroom, on his knees with his face pressed against your thigh, begging for you to take him back. “Please, I need you so much, my life doesn’t have any sense without you. I’ll be better, please baby, I love you so much”. Your heart clenched at the sight before you - always arrogant and complacent he’s now kneeling at your feet, fat tears running down his reddened cheeks as he scatters small kisses all over your knees.

Not so ex boyfriend! König who is too eager to take you to his place once you mumble out small “Okay, fine. But this one is the last chance you get” to prove to you just how good of a boyfriend he may be for you.

Boyfriend! König who eats you out like man starved, your slick smeared all over his chin and cheeks, tongue buried deep inside of your cunny as his ears strain to not miss a single little sound you make, familiar taste of you clouding up his mind and turning König into a perfect whore for you. He spends the rest of the night fucking you oh so good, rubbing and licking all your soft spots - ones he knows by heart, until you cry and beg for him to give you a little breather. But he just can’t - not when you’re finally back, laying all spread out on his bed, hands tangled in his bedsheets, your trembling legs wrapped around his waist.

Those months spent without you were the worst in his entire life and now that König has you back he’s not letting go of you never again.