#codmw2 smut

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Desperate

COD Men x FemReader

Hear me out: a sex pollen fic where reader isn’t affected but he is and he is gone.

Word count: ~3.6k

A/N: It’s just the poorly written sex pollen drabble of my dreams, it’s fuck or die lads. Insert your favorite COD man here. Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar mistakes and my complete lack of knowledge regarding military things, all I know is that these men are hot and I love them.

Warnings: sex pollen, unprotected PIV (wrap it up), overstimulation, dubious consent (consent is sexy folks)

Banner credit: @cafekitsune

You all had been briefed at 0200. The flight to Berlin left at 0300 where the team would be infiltrating a terrorist hideout, a suspected manufacturing site for a new chemical agent. You were told that as long as you didn’t ingest it, you would be fine.

The fact that it had been made airborne was not in the fucking briefing.

The team had been split into pairs, you and he took the North side of the suspected warehouse. The size of it should have tipped you all off. Everything was running smoothly until 3 combatants had come from the door at the end of the corridor. He called for cover and ran ahead. You dropped two before he even got a stride in. The other he disarmed in seconds and then with a deafening crack, both men slammed through a door and into the resulting room. A brief struggle then silence. You heard him start to call the ok, his voice in the comm sounding clearer than earlier, then a noise, a pop, and the sound of air. You froze, watching a gas spill from the open door and dissipate immediately. Just when you started moving again, a growling, “Don’t,” tore through the comm. Then, the sound of ripping Velcro and something hard (his helmet you realized with a sickening drop) hitting the concrete floor echoed out to you. Soft murmurs that grew into angry outbursts of fuck fuck fuck transformed into one that became a groan of what sounded like complete and utter pain. You didn’t even have to think, the severity of the situation settled in. “It’s a gas,” you barked into the comms, “Northside hit, need medevac in 30, going dark.” You waited for confirmation, seconds after getting it and receiving news that the warehouse was almost cleared, you went to find him.

You knew what it did, you all did. Jokes had been made, smirks shared, but you all knew how bad it was. You weren’t even close to prepared. He was sitting against the far wall or rather pressed into it using it to keep his now shaking frame upright, gear strewn around the room, combatant on your immediate left with a mask (his mask, the masks you all were wearing just in fucking case) gripped in a dead hand, an empty canister mockingly sitting in the middle of the room. 

You gripped the combatant by his legs and dragged him to the hall, before slamming the door shut upon reentry and grabbing a near chair to jam the door. You immediately began stripping yourself of your outer tactical gear until you both matched in only your boots, pants, and base shirts and then you turned your attention to him. Now kneeling by his side you took him in, looking for any other injuries noting nothing serious. That almost made you laugh with relief until you saw the front of his pants and him frantically palming the growing outline. You swallowed and quickly looked at his face shocked back to the reality of the current situation. The usually stoic, always larger than life, incredibly strong man in front of you was reduced to tears dripping from his now blown and hazy eyes, falling down flushed cheeks and landing on the front of his shirt that clung to his hyperventilating chest. You knew he had been shot, stabbed often, and left for dead a time or two, but this…

Shiny and new neurotoxin, you remembered the brief, attacks the nervous system, causing the mark to feel intense arousal and as if they have been lit on fire, specially formulated not only to cause pain but a complete and utter breakdown of will as victims often experience hallucinations and loss of self. If left in the system, it raises the core temperature until convulsions set in, and then heart attack occurs. Do not touch it.

No one had to ask how it was worked out of the system. Then again, they all believed they were too smart to touch the shit. Couldn’t do much about breathing it in when your mask was ripped from your face though.

  Your hand pressed to his slick forehead now radiating heat, and feeling as if it could burn you like an open flame. At the touch of your blessedly cool hand, he hissed a low fuck through his gritted teeth, keening into your touch. You swallowed, hand tilting his cheek to look up at you when you asked, “Can I help?”  His hair was sticking up at all angles from the helmet being hastily pulled from his head, and he looked up at you and gave one weak nod, “Please.”

Upon looking at the desperation pooling in those dark eyes (those eyes you often were caught staring at) any small reservations evaporated from your body under his burning gaze. You swiftly reached out, mercifully helping him escape from the now too-tight pants, the bite of his zipper. The moment your skin brushed against the head of him he was bucking up against it. You had to reach the other hand out to steady yourself against his shoulder, another touch that jutted his hips and had him twitching into your grip.

“Is- is this helping?” you croaked out, struggling to swallow, struggling to contain the wave of arousal that was threatening to course through you. He nodded, chin slack against his chest as he watched your hand work against him, moving up and down against the veins seemingly trying to break through his skin. No thoughts went through his mind other than the knowledge that you were jerking him off and that it felt so good that he could cry in relief. But then something shuddered within him, something loud and fast like a wildfire, burning just as much, and hot thick ropes of cum spilled over your hand. He couldn’t even cry out, it happened so fast. His breath was coming out in loud pants, when a new thought, the thought that he had just come in maybe thirty seconds flashed through his mind but it was quickly replaced with the horrible realization that the feeling of being on fire wasn’t going away. It was getting worse, out of control, containment measures failed. At this, he let out a sob as his hips moved of their own volition into your still soothing grip. It wasn’t enough, he knew, you knew, it wasn’t enough.

 You stood, and he whimpered at the loss of your touch but all sound stopped in his throat when he watched you decisively unzip your pants and pull them down to your ankles underwear included, kicking off a boot, and one pant leg. When you straddled his lap he desperately pulled you down onto him, your exposed core grinding down where he wanted you, where he fucking needed you, that’s when he began to talk. Begging you to help him, saying that he’s sorry over and over, that he needs your help, incoherent babbling from a breaking mind, please it hurts so bad, I-I don’t, I can’t- fuck, I need you... All cool, calm, collectedness burnt to fucking ash. Just a man reduced to pure longing and want. A longing and want that might be what was threatening to kill him, not the toxin, just the build up over the days, weeks, months he had been around you threatening to crush him. He almost wants to die, this was never how it was supposed to be. He wanted it to be good for you, you deserve that, you deserve better, he could have given you better-

But now what was he? A heaving chest under a sweat soaked shirt beneath eyes that watch you like some feral animal. Hands wanting to claw at the clothing now so heavy, hot, and itchy against his burning skin, but instead were gripping onto your hips like it’s going to save him from burning to a crisp. The broken moans tearing their way from his throat when you line up his painfully hard cock to your entrance makes you throb, and then his choking cry as you slide down on him punches the air from your chest.

“Does this feel ok?” you panted out after a moment, struggling, trying not to drown in the pleasure of him stretching you, filling you. He couldn’t form the words, couldn’t even nod. His forehead falling to your shoulder in utter relief, mouth dropped open as he repeats your name over and over like an apology, a thanks, a goddamned prayer. How all he can do is sit there on the floor of some warehouse, back against a wall, the only thing resembling his usual strength is that ironclad hold he has on your hips as he helps you drag yourself up, then, accompanied by the tortuously obscene sounds of your wetness, back down. Brokenly pleading with you not to stop, don’t stop, fuck p-please don’t stop. You feel like molten heaven against his cock, your moans like angels (or devils, he’s too far gone to care at this point) singing through the blood rushing in his ears. One of your hands again steadies yourself on his shoulder, the other steadying him, an anchor point, with your achingly gentle hold on the nape of his damp neck (so gentle that it breaks his fucking heart, he wanted to give you more, you deserved more) as you ride him. Your hips rock once more, twice more, before his body seizes up with electricity that ricochets up his spinal cord and reverberates through his skull. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your hips, teeth grinding and eyes slamming shut, as he releases inside of you with a shattered cry. The sound of you gasping, now clutching, raking your fingers into him, has his hips continuing their rutting up into you, pushing his cum as deep as he can within your walls.

He stills for 10 seconds at most, panting breaths thunderous between you two, before pulling you into his chest, his hips slamming up into you, hard and hot as if he didn’t just fuck you until he could see every neuron firing behind his eyes. His hot open mouth finds your shocked one in a perfectly surprised “o,” more apologies pushing from his lungs and into yours between loud wet kisses as he listens (is blessed with thank you God) to you beginning to come apart. You couldn’t help it, as you ground down into his thrusts, even though you knew the threatening climax was going to be terrifying. Your breathing was ragged now as well, the air becoming harder and harder to drag into your lungs in between you cursing and moaning, and then- fucking hell- you’re at the precipice. Before you can even utter a syllable you are being flung over the edge. The pleasure rips through you, waves breaking against the rocky shore, with such intensity that it hurts, causing you to dig your nails into his skin, and bright spots to dance behind your closed eyes while the distant feeling of wetness registers from between you two. He explodes again with a gasp, feels you clench around him like a vice, his name, his real name, forcing its way from inside you and into his mouth with every pulse and it tastes so so good that he can’t stop, he never wants to stop, just filling you up until it drips from you, filling you with him because you’re his, his. Even when you both whimper and shudder with overstimulation, his arms shaking in their grip around you, he can only press his forehead to yours, rolling it desperately, as he begs for your forgiveness. I can’t stop, it won’t stop, I’ll make it good, please next time I’ll make it good.

“It is good,” you whisper to him with hitched breath from each thrust, trying to reassure him, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” You don’t know if he can hear you, his eyes are wild and don’t seem to even register that you are actually on top of him, that he’s inside of you, that he has made you yell out his name over and over and over. You don’t think he even knows what he is saying. Next time.

 His own voice comes to him from somewhere far away, through the flames licking at his mind, please- fuckin’ hell please, just a little more- I just need one more, I need you, please don’t stop, I don’t want to stop nearly unrecognizable as he comes inside you again and again and again.

It isn’t until the medevac came and he was sedated that what just happened began to sink in. For a week, a fucking week, he’s in critical condition. No one talks about it, at least not in the way you all did before this. You saved him, you’re told. You don’t want to think about it, if you think about it then you think about how good it felt, how fucked it is that it felt good, and how everything is gone. If you think about all he said, you’d overthink, give meaning where there was none. He probably won’t be able to look at you anymore. You went to see him that first day. You sat next to him for mere minutes before bolting, the fear of him waking up and looking at you with disgust, telling you to get out in that icy voice you knew so well, sent you running straight to the mats to train until you wanted to scream. That’s all you did now, and that was where you decided you would stay until you died. That is until someone came and found you, told you he was awake, and that he had asked for you. The whole walk to the infirmary had adrenaline coursing through you, you wanted to run, to fight, to freeze right there in the hall and never move another fucking muscle. The thought of losing him, him being there but not wanting to be near you anymore made you feel sick. It had been so long, so long of repressing those feelings that flared in your chest when he smiled at you during sparring, the feeling of him seated next to you on a flight, his eyes catching yours just so you could stay with him. Well, you thought with dripping ire, that had literally and figuratively been fucked now hadn’t it?  

You knocked, heard his gruff voice, and entered. You stopped dead in your tracks three steps into the room after mistakenly looking up and finding him staring at you from where he sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed, looking like he was about to head out on another call. You were desperately trying not to shake but your hands gave you away. You could take on a man twice your size without batting an eye but this?- you were terrified.

The moment you walked into the room, all his time that morning when he first woke thinking about what he would say to you, how he could face you, was knocked from his mind. You had saved his life. He never wanted that. He wanted to give it to you, it was yours after all. He didn’t know when it had become yours, every single part of him, but if he had to wager a guess it was the moment he found you in his life. And it might all be ruined.

The memories had started coming to him immediately after waking up, almost more clear and real now than in the moment.  It jolted him awake so hard that the attending ran into the room for fear that his hammering heart had in fact given out. Once his breathing had calmed a little, he tried to sift through the fog. His recall of the smell of you, the arousal dripping from between your legs, mixed with your sweat and the familiar scent of your grapefruit and ginger shampoo, nearly pulled a groan from his chest. The soft touch of your hands, cool and strong against the fire that spread through his blood, had brought him back. The feeling of you breaking, the soft whines, the way you said his name… the things he had said, he couldn’t just shut the fuck up could he?

He had to bring his hands up to cover his eyes, willing the images to go away, just for a moment, please, he just needed some time, if only he had time- next time. Next time, he had told you. A desperate promise, a reassurance, trying to tell you that it wasn’t just the chemical coursing through him, it wasn’t just his hijacked nervous system. Did she know? Did she understand? That’s when he asked for you, without thinking, just wanting to see you, to explain. He had never been good with words unless it was biting sarcasm across comms or coolly delivering ultimatums in an interrogation. Then he remembered, the thing that sent his heart barreling through his chest for the second time, the machine next to him screaming. It is good, you had said, it’s ok, it’s ok, you had whispered.  

He ripped the monitors off his chest, ignoring the doctor's protestations, found the clothes that had been brought in for him and got dressed. Now that you were standing here before him he was unsure. You looked scared, and he could count on one hand all the times he had seen you in such a state.

His staring was unnerving, more unnerving than if he had shouted, yelled, grabbed you, anything but this, this was fucking torture. You had to leave, just get off base, go somewhere, anywhere but here- the sudden sound of your name shook you from the reverie. The tone had your eyes finding his immediately.

He stayed seated, scared that if he stood, if he made his way to you, you would run, and you both knew that you were much quicker than him. If you ran, if you left, he would never catch up.  Only when his knuckles began to ache did he realize how tightly he was gripping the edge of the mattress in an effort to keep himself there. It was hard to look at you and not remember the way you had looked when you pressed your hand to his forehead, when you had thrown your head back in pleasure, when you had grabbed his face when he was too exhausted to continue but thankfully no longer felt like he was burning alive. It was hard to remember and not stride across the room and hold you. He took a breath and forced his shoulders to relax in a way that he had done so many times before.

“I-,” he started, his voice cutting through the room, his normal voice, the one you recognized as him and it set you slightly at ease from sheer familiarity, “I’m so sorry.” Now he had to turn his eyes downcast.

“What?” Your response, the shock in your voice, forced him to look at you again. Your hands itched at your sides, confusion rippling across your face.

His eyes narrowed, he knew you so well. Always blaming yourself. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I’m sorry that happened, I’m sorry you were put in that position,” the word choice made him nearly cringe. He continued, “I never-I didn’t want it to happen that way.”

Your brain jolted, standing there in shocked silence, his words thundering through your ears accompanied by the pleading of next time.

He pressed on, desperately trying, “I know you, you’re going to think this was your fault. It wasn’t. There was nothing either of us could do, thank you for your, uh, help. Just- fuck, please just say some-,”

Shock still swept through you, the words escaped your mouth before you could think, “Did you mean it?” You figured by the way he leaned back that he knew what you were talking about. Then he held out a hand, palm up, an offering. Before you knew it, you had crossed the room, putting your hand in his and letting it gently pull you between his legs. His giant frame meant even sitting on the gurney that his gaze was level with yours, and those eyes searched your own when one word sounded through the room.

“Yes.”

This word broke you. One fucking word, one word that answered every glance between you two, every smile shared, a word you brokenly whispered into the night when you had a hand between your legs thinking about him knowing you shouldn’t. You hadn’t cried all week, but now the giant tears rolling down your cheeks felt like a release. When his free hand, warm and rough, swiped them away you couldn’t help leaning into it, just as he had done. All tension, all fear, dissipated from the room. That hand continued to just below your ear, cupping your neck, and gently pulling you forward to press his head against yours, eyes shutting, just resting there against each other in the moment.

“What the fuck are we gonna do?” you sighed.

You could feel the smirk that you knew was slipping across his mouth.

“Well, I did say next time.”

This time when you rode him with the small bed creaking beneath the movements, he stopped you any time you tried to speed up (it was your turn to beg and plead), keeping you at a languid torturous pace. That way the bastard had all the time in the world to whisper into your mouth, letting you taste each word, all the things he would do to you next time and all the times after that.

Thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you think! :)

[vilsoo]

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑮𝑨𝑺𝑴.𝑪𝑶𝑴 ⌇GHOST, KÖNIG

ghost x fem!reader x könig || WC: 3,852

𖤐 SYNOPSIS. the dark web was a place every sane person stayed away from. too many horror stories and dark content that barely a few dared to venture in. but you’d rather not be anywhere else than in the hands of two masked strangers…

𖤐 WARNINGS. dubcon, kidnapping, drugging, sadism, voyeurism, bondage (blindfolding, ropes, torture), sex toys, livestream sex, manhandling, exhibitionism, forced creampie, mind break, double penetration, mask kink, impact play.

HORRORLAND/KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

[HAUNTED HOUSE ANNOUNCER] You are now entering the Deathgasm live venue. This haunted house attraction depicts scenes of violence, intense loud audio, special effects, and content warnings posted. For a fun and safe experience, please follow our code of conduct: no touching live performers and decorations, no flash photography, and no eating. Do not block passageways, or this will result in expulsion. Smoking and drinking are permitted for our haunted houses only. We hope you enjoy.

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The last time you ever saw broad daylight was ripped apart before your eyes.

It was just a relaxing morning stroll. You were always, always aware of your surroundings, especially during the night. But you shouldn’t have underestimated what happens in the day. Things became unsettling when you noticed a white van lurking in your peripheral vision, feeling your skin crawl and your body tense up with paranoia when the doors opened.

At first, you thought you were overthinking about it. Stop being so fucking paranoid, you scolded to yourself. Maybe they’re just contractors or something. Nothing sketchy at all.

You just kept walking that day continuing to embrace the warmth of the sun, sometimes looking over your shoulders just to be sure. But that unsettling, turmoil gut-feeling just couldn’t go away. As if you really were being followed. As if that van parked all the way out here for you.

“Quickly.”

It wasn’t until in just half a heartbeat, a brawny, masked man clung his arm around you, rendering you motionless as he presses a cloth over your nose and your mouth. With all your strength you tried to fight back and escape his grasp but your struggle was to no avail. Your screams were muffled and your vision grew hazy, causing your eyes to flutter as your numb body was pulled backwards, backwards, and backwards... And that was when your world was swallowed away by darkness.

“Shh, shh… We got you now. We’ll be taking care of you now...”

“…Told you she’d be easy, Ghost. We’ll have her all to ourselves…”

On that sinister day, you were the one with the shiny price tag. A beautiful woman walking all alone near a remote area, suddenly kidnapped by two masked men in a white van who had special, ominous plans for you. You could hear their conversations reverberating in your head, trying to register what the hell even happened. With your body temporarily limp and weakened, you could still feel the sensation of their caresses all over you.

Usually kidnappers would be so aggressive handling their female victims. At least, in the movies you’ve seen. The men would rush and scamper out of impatience and impulse as they tie their victims up, desperate to get down to business like it was their last meal on Earth. And even though your brain was foggy, you could register that you were being downed by a drug and abducted. Yet, it all felt… oddly tantalizing.

There was no rush. No sign of impulse nor rough treatment from these mysterious masked men. Instead of this predator-prey dynamic, instead of fear and terror seizing every fiber of your being, the men handled your motionless body like having a cupped hand of water, that not a drop would enter gravity's pull. In the back of a van, you laid on a blanket as gloved hands roamed about your skin, your waist, your face, your thighs… The men cut off your clothes with scissors, ever so gently trying not to hurt you. With your hazy eyes drifting side to side, you caught glimpse of one of them holding rope and the other holding your arms above your head.

“Look at her. So fucking cute when she’s all spaced out like that…”

“She’s so obedient for us already. You’re gonna be a perfect little pornstar for us, aren’t ya’?”

…Pornstar?

Before you knew it, your heavy eyes started to sulk. You were slowing down while the world around blurred, completely losing your coherence as the masked men moved you around like a lifeless doll. You couldn’t stop sighing, babbling nonsense, and whimpering when their large hands just couldn’t keep off of you, hanging your wrists on some metal hook attached to the van’s ceiling so they could caress your body. Your numb legs were then spread open, revealing the soaked fabric of your panties that you heard one of them coo in your ears. You whined when one of them slid their hand down to toy with your slit, aching and so swollen, out of your own fear and arousal. It was futile to even try and close your legs from this violation, yet the heat pooling in between was saying otherwise…

“Fuck, she’s already so wet just by being tied up. Makes me wanna take her here right now.”

“…We have to go now, König. Just keep playing with her clit until she falls asleep…”

The anticipation from such a forbidden desire worsened the ache in your cunt. At this fleeting moment you didn’t know what exactly you wanted anymore; how to choose what was good or what was bad for you. Your foggy brain couldn’t even articulate anything except this writhing sensation, this urge to submit yourself and melt onto the man’s chest just to let him use you. Encircling his fingers on your throbbing clit that you were bashfully moaning and whining, knowing that they were getting off to a pathetic, brainless, helpless woman who’s good for nothing but a fuck…

It was too bad that before you could even build up your orgasm, you were already passed out…

“… And we’re live. Wake her up.”

You had no idea how long you’ve been out. At least your coherence was starting to gauge, but your body was still weakened and frail from the drug. You struggled to open your debilitated eyes, vision hazy and blurry as if you hit your head. And when you tried to move, your wrists were still bound above your head.

Your breathing grew rapid, eyes darting every corner as you were scanning the new environment. Tied in a darkened room with red lighting, followed by a camera on a tripod right in front of you. Your mind immediately thought of this setup as a sex dungeon, hence the chains on the walls and a bed neatly made behind you. Recalling what had happened earlier, you tried to look for the men in masks, creating noises by dangling the metal hook above you and whimpering to let them know you’re awake. But as far as you could tell, you couldn’t make out any other presence lingering in the room…

Your heart was a pounding loud drum in your chest. Panic scorches in your brain, but your touch-starved body betrays your inhibitions… You were completely naked, exposing yourself in front of the camera. In your mouth, a red ball gag pooling with drool that dripped down to your stomach and on the floor. Your legs were free from the rope, however, you were on your tippie toes— the rope holding your wrists were too high that it was a struggle to relax them or you’d injure yourself. Dangling on rope, gagging and drooling on a ball, naked in front of a camera that you assumed to be recording already… how much more lewd could this be?

A gloved hand emerging from the shadows makes you flinch as it caresses you from behind. Your skin tingled when you felt the man’s body heat transmit onto your back, hearing him breathe deeply. You were able to study him up close— an alluring, mysterious man wearing a balaclava with a skull design, recalling him being called “Ghost.” Another pair of gloved hands greet you by massaging your breasts, your body immediately succumbing to this white-hot wave of sensation, desperate to be handled like this that more heat pooled between your legs. You turn your head and meet his gaze; piercing, forest green eyes and a draped mask, the other man with the German accent known as “König.”

“You’re not gonna struggle and try to resist us, are you?” Ghost teased, his voice so intoxicating than any alcohol you’ve ever consumed. He had this husky, sultry British accent; something you’ve never expected coming from a stranger like him. It only turned you on more.

You shake your head at him meekly, replying with a faint moan when he suddenly grips your ass. Ghost immediately catches the doe-eyes you gave him, the right kind of heat and lust pooling in your eyes. This was all so, so wrong… to be abducted and chained in the dark, to be turned on by strangers in tactical gear who drugged you and had sinister plans for you… But yet, you couldn’t fight this brain-fazing sensation from the anticipation quivering inside, wondering what was going to happen to you as you were in the hands of these men. And your aching cunt couldn’t stop furtively pounding and throbbing, having to hold back a whimper from how needy and slutty you really were...

“Good girl,” Ghost praised as he held your face with one hand. “Tonight, everything we do to you is gonna be livestreamed. You’re not here just to please us— you’ll have to please our audience, too. You like being shown off, pretty girl?”

“Mhm.” You nodded like you were already made for this, allowing what your body was secretly ravenous for. A little enthusiasm, but also bashfulness— the epitome of submission. Perhaps deep down, you adored being showed off; basking in the limelight of being a free use in front of thousands of strangers…

König’s hand slithers down your back and onto your ass, yelping when he spanked it so abruptly that it left a throbbing sting. Your back involuntarily arched and when his fingers just fit right in between your thighs, chafing your swollen, wet cunt that it was hard holding back your pathetic whines and moans.

“Getting off to this already?” he coaxed, now increasing the speed of his fingers teasing your folds that you threw your head back on his shoulder. Immediately writhing on his fingers playing with your swollen clit, unable to respond properly when Ghost wrapped his hand around your throat.

“They wanna hear you scream,” Ghost muttered into your ears, slightly smirking under his mask. “You can’t be enjoying all this without a little bit of pain.”

As much as you wanted to resist, you couldn’t. The panic and anticipation spiraled into shameless arousal. Without warning, König eased two of his fingers knuckles deep inside your wet cunt so easily, thrusting insanely fast that your eyes fell half-lidded, convulsing around his fingers hitting that spot that made you squirm. Shamelessly spreading your legs as Ghost kept playing with your tits, squeezing both of your nipples so tight that your loud squeal reverberated off the walls of the room.

That mix of pleasure and pain; you’d be lying to yourself if you truly enjoyed it… It was torturous, it was too brutal to endure, but your skin was flashing hotter than ever, your clit throbbing erratically with a heartbeat of its own. König felt his cock stirring in his suit, getting off to your helpless state that he thrusted his fingers so hard, curling them to abuse your g-spot. Denying your own orgasm was painfully inevitable. The two men could see it pooling in your eyes like it was unobtainable, watching your body constantly squirming under their touches.

“You think she deserves to come?” taunted Ghost.

“We’ll make her come as many times as she can. Even if she can’t handle it.” You could feel König’s other hand slithering down to your inner thigh as if he was about to grab it, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “And we’re not gonna fucking stop no matter how many times you beg. You’re our little fucktoy now and you’re gonna be treated just like one.”

Lust speared through you from their words. The men were unpredictable in their own sinister ways; it caught you off guard from the way König abruptly lifted your left leg and held it in the air as Ghost takes a vibrator onto your clit. Fingers still fucking into your cunt and your sensitive clit getting overstimulated had you yanking the rope, your body writhing and squirming that they tell you to “shut the fuck up and take it,” and forced you in place. Electric sensations skyrocket through you before you could even register it all, your glossy eyes welling with tears and your face all ravished and wanton beyond comprehension.

Never have you been so turned on you couldn’t see straight. It was a fleeting second after you realize your orgasm had already washed over you, your hips stuttering like a riptide from this delirious torment. Knowing that there were thousands of strangers getting off to this, getting off to a helpless slut tied up and tortured by masked men that can’t do anything except enjoy it, you basked in it. Forced multiple orgasms, stinging pain, lewd noises, and loud screams… this was all related to the dark web you’ve been hearing recently.

After collecting yourself, a wave of clarity hit you so suddenly that things were starting to make sense. There were recent kidnappings of women who were found later on a livestream website called Deathgasm.com, where numerous videos of gangbangs with these women and masked men in tactical gear are recorded live. They take place in either the back of a van or in a dark room, which viewers assume as a sex dungeon.

You couldn’t hold back anymore. As sick and twisted this was, your body couldn’t help but succumb to this indescribable feeling of pleasure and torture. There were even times out of curiosity you’d search the site and realize how attractive the men in masks and tactical gear are. Toying and playing with a tied up woman who also secretly succumb to this, their quivering fear and terror surrendering into arousal and tantalization. Having no choice but to orgasm over and over even though it’s too much, looking into the men’s faces with lingering dark anonymity and their brawny, large bodies looming over them just to fulfil their filthy, dark plans. And you would not trade this for anything in the world.

Perhaps you adored being showed off. Basking in the limelight of being used like a fucktoy and watched by strangers online that are fucked up in the head, like an exhibitionist. Or maybe you’ve been brainwashed to even think this way— maybe you just have little, fucked up fantasies of your own... It didn’t even matter anymore; your thoughts became mush when Ghost and König suspended you up in the air this time, your wrists and ankles bound behind you with your legs also tied apart. The gag was finally off but a blindfold had covered your eyes, not being able to tell who’s who and what the men plan to do to you now.

You were already a mess; strings of saliva and drool hanging off your chin that dripped onto König’s cock, slowly easing it in your widened mouth. It was Ghost’s turn to play with your pussy and ass, moaning and yelping when he spanked your cheeks so harshly. Nothing could compare to this amount of excitement pounding in your pussy, practically whining on Konig’s fat cock in your mouth as Ghost kept teasing you.

To describe the comments in the live chat as obscene is an understatement— the men were greedy, ravenous, filthy. Shamelessly admitting their own raunchy, fucked up scenarios with you tied up like that. Degrading you like a worthless whore, admiring your body and pussy that’s good for fucking, or sending money to get Ghost and König to fulfill their requests:

[ $20 ] both of you fuck her pussy and ass at the same time. stretch out that tight asshole

[ $25 ] carve the word “slut” on her thigh i want that bitch bloody and screaming in pain

[ $22 ] make her squirt i wanna see that pussy juice all over the camera lens

And though you couldn’t read the comments or see the camera, you just indulged into this and presented yourself as a horny, free-use slut that’s made for fucking. You can feel Ghost’s cockhead brushing the folds of your cunt, coating it with your juices. König thrusted his cock straight inside your throat that it was too much for you to handle, gagging and moaning pathetically as Ghost kept teasing you it felt like utter torture. But that blissful feeling blossoming in your stomach was saying otherwise…

You were so desperate for more friction; Ghost took sick pleasure in seeing you like this, writhing and bucking your hips for him to slide inside your cunt already. When he finally eased his cock so deep, you were given no warning as he pounded so hard and rough into you. The sensation of your cunt getting stretched out from his size, grabbing your hips and pulling you back and forth on his cock... You were a wrecked mess already; your face streaked with tears, your chin dripping with drool, and your skin all slick and sweaty. The thought of being reduced to a free use fuck-slut that thrives off from only cock and orgasms as you were suspended mid-air… you could no longer think for yourself anymore.

“Look at you. Getting all dumb and brainless over our cocks,” Ghost cooed, harshly spanking your ass. “You like being our little pornstar? Knowing that a bunch of strangers online jerk off to you being used like this?”

Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as the men kept pounding and thrusting, hearing König pant heavily and Ghost grunt when you kept squeezing ever so tightly around him. In just a minute, another orgasm. But that didn’t stop Ghost mercilessly pounding into you like an animal gone wild and König fucking your throat so relentlessly. Your screams and moans form into gags urging out, drips of precum and drool seeping on your chin that König smeared all over your glossy face. The more they sensed that you were taking pleasure from all this, the more brutal they were with you.

It felt like you were in the air for hours as the men switched around and took turns. Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, some left on your ass and some dripping onto the floor. Even when they weren’t inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. You still couldn’t see anything and you were still bound. It wasn’t until your eyes started feeling heavy again and your body fell numb; the men didn’t like that.

“We didn’t say you could fucking sleep,” König chided as he harshly grabbed your face and slipped off the blindfold.

“That drug is still hitting you, huh?” teased Ghost as he messing around with the ropes that held you in the air. “For that, we’ll make her do the work this time. Untie her and get her on top of me on the bed so she’ll ride me. Leave her arms tied only.”

You couldn’t protest, for your words started to slur and your mouth was only used for moaning pathetically. Once König brought you down from the air, he shoved you onto the bed, holding your legs in the air as Ghost laid underneath you. There was another camera facing the bed that you noticed, the light burning into your retinas as you stare into it. Although you were half awake, a weak smile stretches on your lips, wanting to the viewers know how prideful you were of this and how good Ghost and König make you feel.

When Ghost slowly settled inside your ass, you’ve felt a stirring sensation in your stomach. Never have you thought about losing your anal virginity so soon, but it had you throwing your head back and whining. He had the ball gag from before in his hands and wrapped it back around your opened mouth, telling you to keep staring into the camera and ride him like the dirty, messy slut that you are. With your feet on the bed and your legs spread, you slowly settle down on his cock, eyebrows furrowed and your body contorting from how intense it all felt.

You knew that you didn’t wanna go painfully slow; you wanted Ghost to feel good as well. To the point where he’d finally hold your hips in the air and fuck his cock into your ass and König can finally slide himself in your pussy, overstimulating you so greatly. It was hard to keep balance with your hands bound behind your back and your staggering strength. But you kept telling yourself that this was all that you wanted, grinding your hips and bouncing your ass up and down, emitting juddering grunts from Ghost.

“Keep your legs spread open for me,” König ordered. “Show to the camera how good you take two cocks inside of you.”

Before you knew it, you were sandwiched between the two masked men, filling your holes and stuffing you harshly. Sitting on Ghost’s cock as your legs were wide open, letting them both pound into you… You lost the feeling of stability in your entire body, your inhibition being taken over by the desperate sensation of cock. It broke your mind, but that was what you craved for. It was pure euphoria, rapturing you in a burning enticement that you were bound in. Nearly knocked out of air, your vision becomes hazy as Ghost and König fucks you through your third orgasm, past the point where you're crying two octaves higher than you're used to.

such a hot fucking slut taking both dicks

i wish i could fuck her cunt and put that dumb bitch in her place

how many times did she come already 😂

You enjoyed it. You enjoyed it all. The mind-wrecking, the overstimulation, the humiliation, the pain, the thought of being watched and masturbated to by perverts… It felt as if your life had been reformed. You were now a slutty whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass stinging and throbbing from being slapped multiple times, and both of your holes stretched and aching from how deep and rough they fucked you out. All those sensitive, velvet tissues that should never see the light of day, for they were property of Ghost and König only. Your poor cunt couldn’t stop flexing over nothing, yearning for that feeling of fullness again.

The next few hours after you were done being used, you were tied up in a strappado position with a vibrating dildo tied to your cunt. Left alone in the dark with the camera still on and recording, still blindfolded and gagged. Forced orgasms over and over, stranded like this throughout the rest of your days and nights until they felt like using you again. From what Ghost told you, the viewers seemed to favor you. They wanted to see more of you on Deathgasm, never to return to your old life and remain a free-use.

“Next time, I’ll make it hurt real good for you,” he forewarned before. “They can watch and cum as many times as they please, but you… You only cum for me now.”

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Divine Hammer

Summary: You bring up something new to Simon. He's more enthusiastic than you expected.

Warnings: What else but smut, HEAVY UK slang usage (me and si come from the same area of England our slang is v similar) Simon slaps reader once, fem reader, oral(f), fingering in BOTH holes, pussy juice as lube, anal duh, simons fat cock, sprinkling of a size kink, mean Simon, kitchen sex mmm, no beta we die like soap (sorry), lmk if I missed anything!

Notes: Listen the taboo of anal just gets me going alright , also this has been in my drafts since JAN 9TH help

Wc: 2.5k

Simon's stare was unnerving. Well, it was always unnerving, to a degree. But he found ways to utilise it. Deadpan humour, emphasising points of conversation, scaring away would-be hookups from you in the pub. But here, it was unnerving in a whole other way.

It felt… intrusive.

Simon stared at you like he could see through your clothes, your body, into your mind to expose your deepest darkest fantasies. You squirmed under his penetrating gaze, tugging at the hem of your jumper.

After a little while of silence, you shook your head, scoffing at yourself;

“-No, nevermind um.. I'm.. s-sorry that was weird-” “Didn’ say tha’ ”

You gulped, gaze nervously fixed to the floor. Simon was still. Staring. At you. Never before had you felt so exposed, too embarrassed and, if you were honest, a little scared to look at your boyfriend face-on.

“Was just wonderin’ since when my bird was such a slag.”

His baritone words rolled down your spine, sending sparks of a deep, taboo satisfaction through you. You whimpered, and hid your face in your hands.

“Don’ act like a prude love, we both heard what you wanted just now.” “I shouldn't have said anythinnnggg-”

Conceptually, anal had… a certain taboo charm to it. From your perspective at least. Sure, it wasn't technically the “right” hole… it wouldn't feel the same, but the idea had always fascinated you.. intruded your shadowed thoughts at night with your fingers rubbing your clit and edging nervously to an opening further on than your cunt.

So, gently, you'd broached the topic one time you were both in the kitchen together- thinking, in hindsight foolishly, that it'd be something he'd instantly dismiss, or at least… talk about later. In the bedroom. Not in the middle of the kitchen… but now here you stood, in the hole you'd dug for yourself;

“On the contrary, I'm relieved you've finally admitted it to yourself.” His footsteps were heavy against the floorboards as he approached you. Confused, you peeked out of the gaps between your fingers to look at him;

“W-what?” “Don't be fuckin’ coy w'me love.” Simon towered over you, cadging you next to the kitchen side.

“Always suspected there was some depraved shit up here, yeah?” He poked your temple with his index finger, “Turns out my intuitions were correct then?”

“T-thats not-” “Oh yes it is sweet’art.” Simon's eyes grew more intense by the second, even more than before- you struggled to even picture them in your mind for fear of his retribution.

“Ay- fuckin’ look at me when I'm talking to ya.”

He could have been a lot harsher with the small smack he delivered to your cheek, but that knowledge did nothing to dull the pain, and your eyes watered a little at the sensation. He grabbed your cheeks between his fingers, squishing them till you pouted and shaking your head lightly, as if to keep hold of your attention.

As if you could look anywhere else…

Forced to return his ferocious gaze, you crumbled, knees bucking like a fawn under you- Simon grabbed you and roughly hauled you back up, manhandling you to bend over the kitchen counter. You allowed him to, biting your lip in an attempt to muffle your unintentional sounds of appreciation.

It earned you a harsh smack to your rear, and Simon's big paw of a hand tugging your hair. He leaned over you, “ ‘M not ‘avin any of tha’ yeah? You're not gonna be hidin’ how much of a slut you are from me anymore sweet'art.”

The juxtaposition of his words and the way he sweetly kissed your temple after he said them was almost comical. The grip on your hair disappeared, replaced with firm and consistent pulling at your clothes until you shuffled out of them- Simon wasted no time running his warm hands up and down your body, rumbling out various admirations of your physical form.

He slunk down your body, nipping and pressing hot, open mouthed kisses down your back, and then to each of your cheeks, all the way down to your pussy. Earlier on, when you'd ridden yourself of your panties, Simon had laughed at how wet they were. “Already?” He'd asked, “Y'that turned on already? Whore. Like a bitch in heat f'me, ey?”

He had no further comments to mock you with, not now at least. He was busy approving of the view of your wet cunt in front of him- out of the corner of your eye you spied him nodding to himself as if he were appraising fine art.

You huffed, a little impatient, petulant you wiggled your bum at him- only all you got from him was another spank.

“Be patient.” He said curtly.

You whined, but otherwise did as you were told, meekly resigned to your fate as Simon's personal eye candy.

“Why ya’ into it then?” You made a noise of confusion, Simon huffed.

“This.”

One of hands had moved to idly grope and squish your bottom while he'd been down there, and now his thumb creeped ever so slowly over to press on your rim. You keened- suddenly understanding what he meant.

“Well?” His thumb pressed in deeper, you gasped- “I-i don't know!” “Hmmm…”

You could tell from his tone he didn't quite believe you. He kissed your cheek again.

“I'm sure I'll find out.”

With that said, his thumb remained almost gently rubbing at your hole, his free hand moving to pull his balaclava up over his nose- wasting no time in burying himself in your cunt. He sighed contentedly at the taste, smell, feel of you, lazily lapping at your cunny with his broad tongue. His thumb still rubbing you in slow circles, almost.. in a comforting manner.

There was no one more intimidating than Simon- at least out of all the people you've ever met, and yet here he was, eating your pussy like it was a home cooked, three-course meal. You looked over your shoulder, and bit your lip; The visual of big bad Simon Riley on his knees for you, make you shiver and clench.

Simon seemed to be secretly a telepath however, as the way he suddenly roughly pinched your clit between his index finger and thumb- tugging on it cruelly, came off as a punishment. You whined loudly, panting into the counter, drooling a little. Vaguely, you could hear Simon humming thoughtfully to himself. He released his hold on your poor clit, though quickly replaced it by rubbing small, soothing circles on it instead.

It quite quickly becomes a lot more intense, Simon grunting in approval as he plunges his thick tongue into your cunt. Your breathing is staggered, coming out in short, little huffs- you reach behind you to tug at Simon's head, shoving him closer. Again, he groans in appreciation, eagerly nuzzling between your thighs closer, the rhythm of his tongue and fingers rubbing at your clit increased a hundredfold;

Like lighting, your orgasm crashed through you, the noises that left your pussy- wet, squelching, the drip of your juices against the floor, should surely have had you feeling at least some shame, but no. You were too twitchy, too fucked stupid on Simon's tongue to care.

With much reluctantance, Simon hauled himself off of your puffy pussy. He'd gladly stay nestled between your kegs for the rest of him life, at least from further away, he could admire his work.

At this point, you thought perhaps he'd finally get to the meat of what you'd suggested.. Simon wasn't finished yet though- two of his deliciously thick fingers were swiftly shoved into your sopping pussy.

You cried out at the sudden penetration, shivering and trembling.

“What? ..silly cow.” Simon told you gruffly, somewhat annoyed that you'd dare disturb his probing at your cunt with your exclamation of surprise. You whined at his degradation, but were still coherent enough to recognise the underlying affection in his tone. Huffing, you leaned forward to lay your torso fully on the cold, sideboard. The cool temperature of the marble was sharp and sudden, but soon soft and gentle to your hot body, palliative to your hard, puffed up nipples.

He lazily pumped his fingers inside you for a few moments, before curling his fingers forward, dragging against that spongey spot deep within you, and eased his fingers out of you.

You were left huffing and panting like an animal into the counter- Simon had cupped his two fingers- the ones that was just inside of you- just under your clit.. then abruptly he slid them upwards, slowly, pressing down hard.

You squeaked, struggling not to quiver too hard. Simon's fingers kept creeping up and up and up, gliding firmly over your cunny, finally halting at your rim. The hot, wet sensation of Simon rubbing your own slick into your hole as lube had you trembling.

“How's tha?” You heard Simon mumble from behind you, his accent had gotten a little thicker. It always got thicker when he was “in the zone”.

“Oh.. uh..” Seemingly irked by your lack of response, your boyfriend slapped your clit harshly with the back of his hand.

“G-good!! It's good! Good!!” You choked, and whined again when you heard Simon chuckle lowly at you. He tapped his fingers twice on your hole- you nodded shyly at him;

Simon hummed, cautiously easing one of his broad fingers covered in your slick into your ass. The noise of utter debauched pleasure you let escape your throat was nothing compared to Simon's groan-

“Oh fuck that's tight..”

God it was, you felt how hard your greedy hole swallowed up his thick finger. You huffed and puffed- vainly attempting to breath consitently, but your body was too sensitive, muscles pulled too rigid inside you to keep your thoughts on one thing alone.

Simon was your rock, somewhere in the thousands of feelings inside you, was a certainty that he was holding back. Taking it slow, just for you.

You felt the hazey cloud of sex overwhelm you, rendering you more or less unable to speak, only babble incoherently into the counter, your pretty eyes filled with tears as Simon took his sweet, sweet time opening you up.

By comparison to how rough the pads of his digits were, they were remarkably soft with you, even as Simon squeezed one more of his fingers in you. You coughed and hiccups at the fullness of it.

“Tha's it.. good girl.. cmon.. open up luv.. there we go..”

You head him whisper, and you moaned impatiently. You wanted to politely express your readiness for his dick, but all the you were able to whine out was “C-cock-!”

Simon laughed, which was always a nice, comforting rumble. “I know sweet'art, gotta get you a little looser f'me first yeah?”

Even as you keened and begged, Simon would not budge. Occasionally, if he was feeling particularly mean in that moment, he'd flick your poor clit harshly, you'd squeal and twitch. This continued for a while, and by the time he deemed you “ready” you might have passed out, the electric fizzles of pleasure that sizzled between your legs kept you awake.

Simon could tell you were tired, he was gentle with the way he slipped his hand under you tummy to push your bum in the air, and tender with how he cradled your hip. Your clit was kindly soothed with slow, small circles rubbed in by his middle finger.

You sobbed into the side- “cock…” you babbled, sniffing and feeling sorry for yourself. You felt a kiss to the base of your neck;

“Mmmm.. I know baby, I know, m' so mean aren't I?”

Vaguely, you heard yourself murmuring in agreement. The metallic sound of Simon's belt loosening and then his zipper coming down had warm excitement flutter over your body.

You felt the heat of his dick before it even touched you, whimpering when it finally did. Simon rubbed his thick cock up and down the apex of your thighs, right up to hole and then back down to your clit. When you would whine at him, he'd hum right back.

God, he was so much bigger than you. He leant over you and covered your entire body with his bulk. You felt him throb at your rim. A kiss was levied at your neck- “Y’ready?” He asked, voice low, and you babbled back something that sounded like impatience. Simon chuckled and kissed your neck again, bracing one strong arm against the counter next to you.

All of a sudden he was inside you, not all the way but he was inside you and that's all you could think about. You gasped, inadvertently holding your breath and then once more remembering to breathe. Simon had stayed silent throughout this.. you reached backwards for him with one hand;

“Si?” “Y-yeah, yeah m’here, g’ve us a minute love-”

His voice came out ragged and shaky, and from the sounds of it he was doing the same forgetting-to-breath thing you were.

You both needed occasionally little breaks from him sliding his cock inside you this time, either of you would cum too quickly. But soon, all of him was pressed snugly inside you. You drooled on the counter and Simon's head had dropped to rest on your back, taking slow, steady breaths, grounding himself.

The both of you stayed like this for a while. It was almost peaceful. Soft. Till Simon decided he was fine to move and dragged his dick alllllllll the way back out and then in again in one thrust. It left you choked for breath, Simon too, he was more vocal this time than any other time you'd fucked.

Neither of you lasted long, specially not after your boyfriend had clasped his big paw of a hand under your leg, and lifted it up onto the counter next to you, an entirely new and more intimate angle. You were cumming before you even realised Simon had crept his hand down to pinch your clit. He was so mean about it too- that same hand then came up to shove to of his fingers into your mouth, creating a spit-slicked mess. And when he came it was an event:

He threw his head back and moaned more desperately than you'd ever heard from him before. The rhythmic squelch that narrated your encounter kept going even after he'd cum, if anything it was louder now. His and your cum dripping down out of you and puddling on the floor beneath you. Still, meekly, Simon kept thrusting into you, as if the orgasm was too good to end. Though finally it did, Simon's weight all but collapsing ontop of you.

You stayed like that for a while, still connected. Basking in your respective afterglows. Simon kissed your neck again and you croaked out a satisfied noise;

“Fun..” The man behind you laughed, “Yeah fun was it? Just fun eh? Just fun~?” Cruelly he reached under you to tickle your sides- you squealed; “More than f-fun!!” and that seemed to sate him, releasing you.

“Yeah, s’what I thought…..” He drummed his fingers on the counter..

“Bath?” “bath….”

[n1ght0f-nyx]

whiskey and wanting

john 'soap' mactavish x fem reader smut

tags/warnings- the scottish, Public Teasing / Exhibitionism, power play, praise kink (good girl), dirty talk, light degradation, clothed sex, public sex, gentle dom, sub reader, inspired by art i saw on twitter

Johnny teases you all night at the pub by wearing a kilt with nothing underneath

word count- 2273 words

The pub was warm in the way only old wood and whisky could make a place feel. It buzzed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of an off-key cover band attempting in the corner. You sat in a cozy booth near the back, sipping from a glass of cider, the amber drink kissed with cinnamon.

And Johnny MacTavish was up to no good.

You knew it the second he walked in.

The door swung open and a rush of autumn air blew in with him—along with the unmistakable cocky strut of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

He was wearing a damn kilt.

A proper one. Dark tartan, pleated, crisp. His broad chest filled out a tight charcoal sweater, sleeves pushed up to show the veins in his forearms. His undercut was styled just messy enough to look casual, but you knew the effort he put into it. The cheeky glint in his blue eyes was aimed straight at you.

And you? You already felt warm before your second sip.

When he reached your booth, he didn’t sit down right away. No, that would’ve been too easy. Instead, he leaned forward, resting one thick forearm on the table while the other casually adjusted the fall of the kilt at his thigh. The movement was subtle… calculated.

Your eyes flicked downward—just for a second. Just a second too long.

No boxers. No briefs. Just thigh and shadow.

Your breath caught, and Johnny’s lips curved into a smug, knowing grin. He leaned in closer, voice low and warm against your ear.

“Catch a peek, lass?”

You sipped your drink to hide the way your thighs pressed together beneath the table. “Didn’t realize it was that kind of party.”

“Oh aye,” he said with a wink, finally sliding into the booth across from you. “Told Gaz I was goin’ regimental. He nearly choked on his pint.”

You shook your head, cheeks warm. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you love me.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Especially not with the way his hand found your knee under the table a moment later, fingers trailing just a little higher than polite.

For the next hour, Johnny was relentless.

He played the part of the doting boyfriend to a T—getting your drinks, pulling your chair closer, wrapping his arm around you possessively. But beneath the charm and the light flirting was something more wicked. A smirk just a bit too sharp. A hand that lingered on your lower back, fingertips dipping just beneath the waistband of your jeans. Whispered words in your ear like, “You keep starin’ at my legs like that and I’ll bend you over this booth, love.”

He was playing with fire. And you were happy to burn.

At one point, he stood to grab another round, and purposefully dropped his napkin. He bent to retrieve it, turning ever-so-slightly in your direction.

Your jaw nearly hit the goddamn table.

Firm. Bare. Glimpses of toned skin between pleats. You saw just enough to know he was being very bold tonight.

When he returned, he slid your drink toward you and gave you a smug look. “Enjoy the view, sweetheart?”

“I’m going to kill you,” you muttered through clenched teeth, though the heat blooming between your thighs told a different story.

“You’d miss me too much.”

He wasn’t wrong. The man was a menace—but he was your menace.

The band switched to something slow and sultry. Johnny took a sip of his whisky, then leaned over with a wicked smile. “Come dance with me.”

You gave him a look. “You hate slow dancing.”

“I hate bad slow dancing,” he corrected, tugging you gently to your feet. “But I like holdin’ you.”

That line might’ve melted your panties if they weren’t already halfway there from the visual buffet he’d been serving all night.

He pulled you to the open floor near the band, one hand warm and wide on your lower back, the other twined through your fingers. The smell of smoke and wood and whisky clung to him like a second skin. You let him sway you gently to the rhythm, leaning into his chest as he pressed closer, hips flush.

The kilt brushed your bare legs.

You felt everything underneath.

“Johnny…” you hissed quietly, glancing around the bar.

“What?” he whispered back, breath tickling the shell of your ear. “No one else knows but you. S’naughty, isn’t it? Bein’ the only one who knows I’m bare beneath.”

Your thighs clenched involuntarily. He felt it. Smirked.

“I could lift it right now. Show you again. Just a peek.”

You gritted your teeth. “I swear—”

“Say the word,” he murmured, guiding your hand just a little lower. “I’ll take you into that storeroom in the back. Bet I could have you whimperin’ on a stack of crates in five minutes.”

Your knees almost gave out.

He knew it, too.

You were this close to dragging Johnny into that storeroom yourself.

Every brush of his kilt sent your thoughts spiraling. The smug bastard didn’t just know what he was doing—he was thriving on the control he had over you. He spun you slow on the dancefloor, holding you close like you were just another couple lost in the music.

But there was nothing innocent about the way he pressed against your hip. Nothing casual about the growl in his voice when he leaned in and whispered:

“Tell me, bonnie—are you wet for me already?”

Your nails dug into his shoulder through the fabric of his sweater. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet here you are, dancin’ with a man in a kilt with nothin’ underneath.” His hand slipped down to the small of your back. “Risky, love. Tempting. I could bend you over that bar and everyone would hear how sweet you sound for me.”

Your breath hitched. You hated how much his words got to you—and you loved it even more.

He let his hand trail lower, fingers dragging just along the top curve of your ass, the hem of your jeans like a dare. You had to force yourself not to moan when he dipped his mouth to your ear again.

“I want you squirming in that booth, sweetheart. I want you beggin’ under the table. You like watchin’ me flash you? How about this—”

He took your hand and placed it against his hip beneath the kilt, dragging it slowly inward.

No barrier. No fabric.

Just skin. Heat. Him.

Your palm brushed the thick length of him, already half-hard and twitching under your fingers.

Your eyes flew wide.

“Johnny—!”

But he caught your gasp with his mouth, kissing you deep and slow, right there on the dancefloor. His tongue slid past your lips with a practiced ease, tasting like whisky and sin. His other hand cradled your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as he kissed you like he wanted the whole bar to know you were his.

When he pulled back, your heart was racing. He smirked.

“I’m gonna break you tonight, lass.”

Back at the booth, you could barely sit still.

Every time Johnny adjusted himself or spread his legs, you knew what was underneath. And worse, he made sure you saw it—lifting the hem of his kilt just enough when the waitress walked by, shooting you that wicked grin like, “Oops, did you catch a peek again?”

He nursed his drink while you squirmed in your seat.

At one point, he reached under the table and slipped his hand between your thighs.

No warning. No pretense.

Just firm, warm fingers against the seam of your jeans.

Your gasp caught in your throat as you clenched your legs around his hand. You looked around—no one was paying attention. Everyone too drunk or distracted.

“Already soaked, aren’t you?” he murmured, stroking you slow through the denim. “Jesus, love. You get off on this, huh? Knowin’ I’ve been free all night. Just waitin’ for you.”

You nodded before your brain could stop you.

His smirk darkened. “Good girl.”

Your pulse throbbed in your ears. You were dangerously close to losing your composure in the middle of a crowded pub. But Johnny didn’t care.

“You want more?” he asked, voice gravel-low. “Say it.”

“Y-Yes,” you whispered.

“What do you want, baby?”

“I want you.”

“That all?” His hand slid higher, fingers teasing the button of your jeans. “Want me to take you right here? On this table? Let everyone hear the noises you make when I slide inside you?”

You bit your lip, hard. “You’re evil.”

“I’m devoted,” he said, dipping a finger just behind the waistband. “To making you lose it.”

You stared at him, breath heavy, eyes pleading.

He leaned closer and nipped your lip with his teeth. “Get your arse in that storeroom. Now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

The back hallway was quiet—dimly lit, tucked behind the kitchen and lined with crates of supplies. You barely had time to step inside the storeroom before Johnny closed the door behind you and pinned you against it.

His mouth was on you instantly—hot, claiming, teeth scraping your neck as his hands yanked at your jeans. The sound of your zipper filled the room, followed by the brush of cool air against your thighs.

“Been teasing you all bloody night,” he muttered, lips dragging along your throat. “Want to feel what I’ve done to you.”

You whimpered as his hand found your soaked panties, pushing them aside.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” His fingers slid between your folds, slow and savoring. “This all for me?”

“Y-Yes—shit, Johnny—”

He pressed two fingers into you and you arched, head hitting the door with a dull thud. He moved slow at first, curling them with precision, his palm grinding against your clit just right.

“You wearin’ those tight jeans just for me, huh?” he asked, curling his fingers again. “Knew I’d tease you into a mess.”

You tried to answer but your voice caught in your throat.

His free hand slid up under your shirt, palming your breast through your bra. “Gonna make you come just like this,” he growled. “Back pressed to the door, dripping all over my fuckin’ hand.”

The pace of his fingers quickened, scissoring inside you, and your knees buckled. He held you firm, mouth finding yours again. The kiss was filthy, tongue deep and possessive, matching the rhythm of his fingers.

You were so close. The tension curled tight in your belly, your hips grinding into his palm.

“Come for me,” he said, voice rough and low. “Be a good girl and come.”

Your climax hit hard.

Your back arched off the door, a cry ripped from your throat as your body shook around his fingers. He caught you, braced you, held you through it—his name a prayer on your lips.

When your vision cleared, he was licking his fingers clean.

“Sweetest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours.

You stared at him, chest heaving, legs barely holding.

“You’re insane,” you said breathlessly.

“You love it.”

You did.

You really, really did.

He didn’t stop there.

He pushed you further into the storeroom, toward a stack of crates covered with an old linen cloth. He turned you around, bent you forward over them.

“Still need more,” he said, lifting his kilt.

You heard the rustle of fabric, the clink of his belt.

Felt the blunt heat of him against your entrance.

“Say it,” he growled, hand gripping your hip. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it, Johnny. Please.”

He didn’t wait.

He pushed in with one long, steady thrust, filling you to the hilt. You moaned—loud, unfiltered—as the stretch stole the air from your lungs. He groaned behind you, one hand gripping your hip, the other braced on the crate beside you.

“Fucking hell, love,” he hissed, hips rolling slow. “Tight little cunt wrapped around me like this—been dreamin’ about it all fuckin’ night.”

He set a brutal rhythm, hips snapping against you as the crates creaked beneath your weight. His kilt brushed your thighs with every thrust, the soft fabric a filthy reminder of how this all started.

“Wanted to fuck you senseless the second I saw you sittin’ pretty in that booth,” he growled. “You look so sweet when you’re flustered. So fuckin’ wreckable.”

You were already halfway there.

Every thrust knocked the breath from your lungs. Your hands scrabbled for purchase on the crates, legs trembling, core clenching hard around him.

His hand reached around, fingers finding your clit again, stroking you in time with his thrusts. “Come again for me, baby. Want to feel you squeeze me. Wanna fuck you through it.”

You didn’t stand a chance.

Your second orgasm hit harder than the first. Your vision blurred, pulse pounding in your ears, body shaking under his relentless rhythm. You cried out his name, voice cracked and desperate.

“That’s it,” Johnny groaned. “Fuck, that’s my girl.”

A few more thrusts and he was right behind you—grunting, cursing, spilling deep inside with a low, guttural moan. He didn’t pull out right away—just stayed there, pressed against your back, breath heavy and warm on your neck.

“Jesus,” he muttered, finally pulling out, careful as he did.

You both stood there a moment—sweaty, wrecked, panting.

And then you both started laughing.

The kind of breathless, post-orgasm giggle that made your knees shake all over again.

He kissed the back of your neck, arms wrapping around you from behind.

“Best bar night I’ve ever had,” he mumbled.

You turned in his arms and kissed him—slow, lazy, completely content. “You’re still insane.”

“Aye,” he grinned, kissing your nose. “But I’m yours.”

[local-crying-boy]

🅂🄸🄼🄾🄽 '🄶🄷🄾🅂🅃' 🅁🄸🄻🄴🅈

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 - 𝔻𝕒𝕪 8

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 '𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝' 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝: 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚡

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 683

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A soldier like Simon 'Ghost' Riley was bound to be a large, muscular man. With the training and work he did on a daily? Well, you could vouch that he was as well build as a solider would be expected to.

That 'well-built' figure of Simon's came in handy too, especially when all he really wanted after a long deployment was to see his girl bent over whatever closest surface so he could easily stuff his thick cock in her tight, small hole

Which, of course, led to you being bent over the kitchen counter, where you had planned to make tea for yourself and Simon holding onto your sides tightly and his cock thrusted so deep inside of you, you were sure you weren’t going to be able to walk the next day.

“Oh, God! Simon!” You cried out as his relentless attack on your pussy didn’t cease, your hands grasping so tightly onto the kitchen counter your fingers were starting to ache.

“Fuck-“ he groaned out, his head leaning down to rest on your shoulder, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead and by your neck already. “I’ve miss ya s’much, luv…”

“Hm- I… I missed you too.” You were able to say through every moan and noise that Simon was able to draw out of you.

“Yeah?” He mused, a grin pulling on his lips, before he pressed wet kissed to your shoulders and neck. “Missed how my cock fits inside you, too?”

You couldn’t really do much but simply quickly nod, his hot breaths hitting your bare skin as your hands simply gripped onto the edge of the surface you had been pushed up against almost as soon as Simon got home.

“Yeah…?” He breathed out when he saw you nod, and heard the amazing little sounds escaping your lips that only turned him on that much more. “Yeah… I did too… wanted to do this… for so long…”

His teeth grazed against your skin, before he bit lightly down onto his, grunting faintly as he did. His other hand traveled up your back, fingers caressing any skin that was bare, to your neck and to the back of your head.

His fingers clamped around your hair, pulling it back, a loud moan being let out from you as he did, so that he could start giving you more rough kisses easier on your neck.

“Simon-” you choked out a moan, your pussy clamping around Simon’s cock as you felt a certain knot in the pit of your stomach.

“You wanna cum, luv…?” He questioned, panting heavily in your ear. “You gonna cum around my cock… yeah?”

You nodded quickly, letting out a quiet whine as you did so. “Fuck- yeah…”

“Go on then, luv.” He encouraged, you could feel how his cock twitched inside of your tightened pussy. “Cum in my cock, go on, c’mon…”

You choked out a quiet cry, eyes screwing shut as you heaved out heavily, hands gripping tightly on the kitchen counter. You felt your whole body tense up, only being able to focus on how good Simon was able to make you feel as he continued his relentless pounding into you.

“Oh, God-” you gasped out, hanging your head low as your back arched. “Simon!”

You squeezed your eyes shut, biting down hard on your lip as you felt yourself become undone. Your pussy clamped tightly around Simon’s cock, it twitched inside of you and soon he was also unloading inside of you.

He groaned out loudly, head in the crook of your head, thrusting into you so that the last of his seed could be buried deep inside of you.

“God, I love you so much.” He whispered breathlessly, pressing wet kisses to your shoulder. “Missed you so much…”

“C’mon, let’s go to bed.” He said quietly, lips pressing against your ear, his hands rubbing down your sides, his touch now gentle as if a silent apology for being rough.

You let out a small laugh at the idea, he already wanted to go again. “Okay.”

With that he placed one arm under your knees and the other on your back, lifting you in a bridal style, walking off upstairs.

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Kinktober {2024} Masterlist

[lycheedr3ams]

Closet Fun | fem!reader x Dom!Konig

MDNI

Konig joined 141 needing a fresh start, and on a slow day on base, Soap suggested that you, Gaz, and Konig play hide and seek. But when you're hiding in a closet with Konig, things get heated....

TW: konig is a tad mean/demanding, thigh riding, locked in a closet, Konig is a teaser, use of Maus (I can't help myself)

Not proofread, I wrote this fast so it's lowkey lazy

this is my first cod fic I'm publishing plz be nice

It was Soap’s idea for him, Gaz, you, and Konig to play hide and seek one slow day on base. It was Team 141’s day off, but most everyone else was occupied. Ghost opted to go to a bar by himself, not interested in the other members’ gam

“Okay, Soap’s it!” Gaz said after the third round. 

All took off in different directions, and you found a spare closet down one dingy hallway. You quickly hid inside and peeked out through the crack to check for Soap. But then you saw Konig’s massive form, and you opened the door and whispered.

“Konig, hide in here!” you called. 

Konig hesitated for a moment before hiding in the closet with you before you shut the door.

“Damn it,” you said as you stood on you tiptoes. “I can’t see out.”

Konig wordlessly leaned down slightly so that he could look through the locker-like slits in the door. But as he did so, his wide shoulders gently brushed against your back. You couldn’t help the way you shivered. Konig smirked.

“Everything okay, Maus?” he asked as his voice lowered. You nodded silently. “Don’t worry, Soap’s not out there.” 

Even though Konig was behind you, you could feel the way he was looking at you, could almost taste his predatory instinct as he stared down at you. You were scared to turn around, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, but it wasn’t because Soap’s footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. Konig leaned down, and his breath through his sniper hood ghosted you ear.

“Be quiet, Maus,” he whispered in your ear. You shivered and you breath stopped. “Wouldn’t want Soap to know we’re in here, would we?”

You shook your head. You dared to make eye contact with him out of the corner of you eye, and the way he was looking at you scared you as much as it aroused you. 

“Konig…” you sighed as you closed your eyes. But they flew open once you realized how you said his name. 

He laughed quietly in your ear. “Yes, what is it, Maus?” he purred lowly. 

You blushed and screwed your eyes shut. You wished you could just tell him wordlessly what you needed. But Konig pushed.

“What is it, Maus?” he asked. You could practically hear his smirk. You shivered.

Suddenly, Konig’s voice dropped even lower, and even quieter. He breathed in, and whispered, 

“Tell me what you need.”

You moaned breathlessly. 

“Fuck,” Konig murmured. “You’re irresistible.”

“Konig,” You said as you turned around and looked up at him with doe eyes. A lamb staring down the wolf. Konig’s pupils were so dilated that you could barely see his irises. The only thing you could think to do was put you hand on his forearm and look up at him desperately.

Konig sat lazily on the edge of the table in the closet and smirked. 

“Use your words, Maus. Have you forgotten how to say anything other than my name?”

Konig laughed gently when you blushed and looked at him with wide eyes. You hid your face in your hands. When you worked up the courage to look at him again, you saw how smug and confident he looked, leaned up against the table with his legs wide enough for you to stand between. You slowly walked forward between his legs and looked up at him as you gently put your hand on his chest. He instantly started breathing deeper. Like petting the stomach of a bear. You looked up at him through your lashes as you kept you hand on his chest. He looked down at you though hooded eyes. Your hand gently trailed down his chest and stopped when you reached his abs. You couldn’t help but notice how his cock was straining in his pants.

“Tell me, Maus. What. Do. You. Need?” he said huskily, his patience thinning.

“You.” You said as you stared into his eyes. 

He looked like he could murder you. “Say it again.”

“You,” you breathed, more earnest. “I need you.” 

Konig wrapped his arms around you and leaned down.

“Lift my hood. Come under with me,” he said with a hint of playfulness. 

You hesitantly lifted his hood and did as he instructed. You shared the same air, taking in each other’s presence despite not being able to see, before Konig crashed his lips onto yours and trapped you in his arms. You instantly whimpered into his mouth, and he groaned. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. You broke for air, gasping.

“The door…” you murmured. “It’s not locked.”

Konig leaned forward, keeping you close against him, and locked the door with a quiet click. But he was wordless as he kept you underneath his hood. You gingerly pecked his bottom lip before he took you lips in his again. 

“Konig…” you whimpered into his mouth. Konig used the opportunity to gently shove his tongue into your mouth. You held onto him tighter. He moved his hands from you back to grip your waist. He groaned. You couldn’t help the way you pressed your thighs together and whimpered. 

“My poor Maus,” Konig said against your lips with a smile. “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” you nodded shyly. 

Konig put his hands on your hips and guided him to his thigh. 

“Spread your legs,” he instructed. You instantly obeyed, and Konig tugged you closer and onto his thigh. You squeaked, and his cock twitched in his pants. He held your waist firmly. You held onto his shoulders and looked up at him.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked. You blushed. “Get to riding.”

You looked away shyly before moving your hips against Konig’s muscular thigh. Your mouth fell open and soft whimpers escaped your mouth as you grinded against him. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Konig whispered as he leaned over you. You looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“They’ll find us…” you said as you rode his thigh.

“No, they won’t, don’t worry,” Konig soothed. He smirked as you rode his thigh desperately, rolling your hips hardly. “The door is locked. Just be quiet, and they won’t know we’re here.” 

When you looked back up at him, he lifted his hood slightly and kissed you passionately again. He began to bounce his leg, and you moaned.

“Shh, Maus, shh,” he soothed as he moved his lips to your jawline. “Don’t want them to find us, do we?”

“Feels so good…” you whimpered. Konig smirked. 

“Yeah, I can tell,” he teased. “I can feel how wet you are through my pants.” 

You whimpered. Konig’s lips moved to your neck, and you let breathless moans slip.

“You like that?” Konig asked as he nibbled you neck. You breathed out deeply.

“Yes!” your hips moved earnestly.

“That’s it, ride my thigh, Maus. Fuck,” he breathed against your neck. “You ride it so good.” 

“Ah!” you breathed. Konig laughed. Konig lifted his thigh so that your feet weren’t touching the ground, and all your weight was on his thigh. You gripped his shoulders tightly. He laughed and licked you neck. 

“That’s it, Maus,” he cooed against you neck. “Come on my thigh.”

“Fuck!” you said quietly. Konig laughed heatily.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself,” he teased. 

Suddenly, Soap and Gaz’s voices echoed through the hallways. They jostled opened doors and were getting closer. You stopped grinding on his thigh and looked up at Konig, panicked. 

“Don’t fucking stop,” Konig growled as his eyes darkened. “Don’t fucking stop riding my thigh.”

You obeyed with a blush, and your heart jumped when Soap jiggled and pulled the closet handle. You gasped and looked at Konig, but he gripped your hips impossibly hard and got close to you ear.

“I told you to keep. Going,” he growled. You whimpered and ground down on his thigh. 

“You’re in there, I know it!” Soap called through the door. 

You kept riding Konig’s thigh as he gripped your hips.

“Konig!” You whimpered in a panic as your hips moved erratically.

He smirked under his mask. “You close? You gonna cum?”

You nodded as you dug your nails into his clothed shoulder. Gaz called Soap from farther down the hall, and both men disappeared as you came hard on Konig’s thigh. 

“That’s it, that’s it,” Konig praised as you gasped as you came down. “Gutes Mädchen,” he cooed as he kissed your lips. 

You looked up at him with kiss-reddened lips. 

“I’m not finished with you,” Konig growled. 

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@moralesispunk

⭒ Simon is a tummy man

@guttednights

⭒ olderboyfriend!simon

@youronlydarlin

⭒ loser!simon

Just loser!Simon who's unknowingly a sex god

⭒ sucking Simon's dick like crazy

Suckin Simon's dick so good he starts beggin'

⭒ loser!simon who's unaware of just how big he is

⭒ jus suckin simon's dick til hes overstimulated

@undercoverpena

⭒ Keep You Close

he's pretty sure he's in love with you. not that he'll admit it, acknowledge it.

⭒ I'm With You

he knows how he feels, he knows how she feels. yet he fucks it up all the same.

⭒ About Someone, That Isn't You

memories that cloud reality, forcing him to blink them away—finding less glimmer, less shine greeting him as your eyes try to go dull. 

@bingoboingobongo

⭒ In His Eyes

Gaz swears that there’s something going on between you and Ghost. Soap refuses to believe it until he sees it for himself.

@ohmygraves

⭒ After your leave you came back with a ring

memories that cloud reality, forcing him to blink them away—finding less glimmer, less shine greeting him as your eyes try to go dull. 

@peppermint-toads

⭒ The night Simon retires

@oceantornadoo

⭒ Simon in love

simon riley being in love but he actually just doesn’t know it.

@shoukiko

⭒ Ghost vs. Simon

@konigsblog

⭒ hickeys w Simon

@suguann

⭒ Husband!Simon

@slvtforsimon

⭒ bouncing on Simon's cock

@tacticaldiary

⭒ Capture in Tandem | Recovery in Tandem

"I'll give you a choice." He says, cocking the gun. "Shall I put a bullet through you, or her?"

⭒ A Fighting Chance | Frayed Stitches Don't Hold

"When was the last time you kissed me and meant it?" Her voice drops into something akin to defeat.

⭒ It All Comes Crashing Down

She presses the metal radio against her lipa and mumbles her final words, hoping that although he has not spoken, he would hear.

@halcyone-of-the-sea

⭒ Til It Hurts | part 2

You thought that it would be easy - moving on and blazing your own trail, but at every step, memories seem to come back and haunt you. And the biggest memory takes the shape of a man with a skull mask. Can you still deny what you had always felt when he stands at your side once more?

⭒ Harvest Storms

In the process of trying to keep you happy and separate from him, he was leading you down the exact path he had tried to steer you from.

⭒ Another Word for Protection

Simon Riley x Niece!reader (platonic series)

⭒ Black Metal Bourbon

⭒ Between Dreams and Sugars

Your screams will haunt his dreams until the day he dies.

@lovelyghst

⭒ soft tummy simon riley

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

⭒ The Roomate Series

Three years ago you decided to go to college after being out of high school for so long but the only problem was that you needed a place to stay. You found an ad about someone needing a roommate for their apartment and ended up becoming roommates with a man named Simon Riley.

[snipersfucker]

simon riley??? more like simon railme

[marixadxo]

Workout bang

cw: Size mention, pet/nicknames, public sex?, fingering

You and König both worked on base and had a small apartment near. Your shift ended early but he was still training the rookies so he sent you home early, that was about 6:57pm. It was 11:30 pm when you called, but to no answer. You got in the car and drove back to base, checkin in and heading to the gym space, to see what was up with him.

You normally don’t see him workout without his compression shirt, but DAMN did he look good without it. Since he was alone, he figured he was fine to workout without his top. You watched him for a few minutes before knocking on the door. “H…Hey Konig?” you spoke out sheep-ishly. He turned his head and chuckled. “Ah, I assume it's late now isn’t it Meine Liebe?” he asked, setting the weights down and opening his arms for you. He smiled once you walked over and hugged him, as he gave you a kiss on your head. “It's been hours, Konig ... .I even called your phone a few times..” You mumbled into his chest. “My bad love ... .but you're with me now right-?” he asked, forcing your legs to straddle him as he held your hips, looking down at you. You're caught off guard as he did this, but you nodded, glad that he’s alright. “Okay yea ... .but the base is pretty quiet, we should go home don’t you think?” you asked looking up at him, only his dark eyes giving you a certain look. That one look you knew very well, when he had a bad/good idea that involved pounding the shit out of you.

You tried getting off him, but his large frame held charge over you. He grabbed your waist and brought you closer to him, your back on his chest. “Nah ah, you're not going anywhere my dear ... .I think you're gonna like this empty gym space…” he told you, in a low rumble in his tone. Before long, his hand was tugging at your pants, pulling them down while giving you gentle kisses on your cheek, neck and shoulder. Your whimpers and whines energized him more like he was slowly becoming desperate to get to your pleasure. He managed to pull your panties and pants down to your feet. You looked up at him, he looked back down at you and pulled his mask up to his nose, smirking at you. “Such a pretty baby you are ... .my pretty girl…” he whispered, causing you to feel overwhelmed in this position. “K…Konig, we’re still in the gym….a…anyone could walk in on u-”. You were cut off by his roughed fingers rubbing your clit, slightly curling around. He grabbed your face and kissed you, keeping your moans silent. His hands started moving faster, causing you to flinch and arch, breaking the kiss a few times to moan and catch your breath. 

You were on the verge of tears of how quick his fingers were moving, his other hand in your mouth, drool spilling out your mouth along with your cries, begging and pleading  for him to let you cum. “Aw, is my little slut begging for release? Poor girl……I don’t think I should let you…” he taunted, moving faster past his limits and your’s. "I love seeing the sensitive side of my girlfriend, it's so cute... And the fact I'm the only one that can make her feel this way, makes it even better". He chuckled as he slowed down, finally letting you make a mess all over his hand. Your eyes were fuzzy and mind almost fully blank as you lay straddled on his lap, practically breathless.

He smiled at your little body in his arms. He picked up your pants and helped you get them back on and carried you out to the car. “Let’s head home, sure you don’t wanna be caught here love….” He said, settling into the car himself. It was a 30 minute drive since traffic was iffy at night, but you both made it back in one piece. When he opened the door, he was quick to take you to the bedroom, and he seemed like he was in a hurry too. “Hun? What are you doing?” you asked before you felt his bulge fighting his boxers as he pressed into you, breathing heavily. “Liebling, do you trust me…in this present moment?” he asked, leaning down on you. You nodded.

Before long, you were drooling, biting his shoulder, tears rolling down your face and his seed spilling out of you. He had stuffed you full of him from his throbbing large size to his seed filling you to the brim. He stayed on top of you, groaning and huffing as he kissed your head and looked down at you. “Scheiße...so gut für mich, nicht wahr?” He asked, finally getting off and going to the bathroom. He came back with a towel and wrapped you in it. The rest of the night, he cleaned you up, put ice on the areas where you were most sore and cuddled you.

Neither of you had a shift the next day, so you spent it in bed, with each other relaxing and watching movies. You looked up at him and smiled, “I love you Konig…”. He looked down at you, kissing your cheek  “Ich auch, meine Liebe”. 

[lucis-dove]

𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾

𝖯𝗎𝖻 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅 (𝟭) (𝟮) (𝟯) 🦋🔥 — 𝖠 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝖻. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋.

𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 🦋🔥— 𝖮𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 🦋🖤— 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 141, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌?

𝖠 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 🦋🖤—𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀-𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉s 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽. 

𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 🦋🔥—𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 

𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗒 🦋🖤—𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖦𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝖾𝗎𝗏𝗋𝖾.

𝖢𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖡𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗈 🖤🦋—𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ��𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 141.

𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗆𝖾🔥 — 𝖠𝗌 𝖺 𝖢𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋 🦋— 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗍.

𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 🔥— 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖠 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅. 

𝖯𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 🖤🦋 — 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.

𝖯𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 🔥— 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾'𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 ��𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾.

𝖲𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗓 🔥— 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝖢𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 🔥— 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑.

𝖲𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐 (𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾)

𝖵𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾 (𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾)  

𝖡𝗅𝗎𝖾-𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 (𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾)

𝖳𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖨𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 (𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾)

𝖦𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 (𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾)

𝖨𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌/𝖣𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌:  

𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝖻

𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋-𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 (𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾)

𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺

𝖢𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 during 𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝖻 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

[sheeluvsme]

"Even the dogs in Las Amas know not to bark at me."

Cw/ mix of NSFW and SFW head cannons!! , it’s pride month so this is a sapphic post !!! THIS IS FOR ALL THE GIRLIES!!!! Also not proof read 😭

She absolutely secretly adores you. She’s never one to proceed physical contact or say too much in public, she isn’t totally big on pda , not because she doesn’t want to show you off. She’s afraid someone will find out how much you mean to her and use it against her in the cartel.

She watches you LIKE A HAWKKKKKKK . can’t come with her? She has her people watching over you. She always has to know your ok, if they fail to let her know your location or your safety well someone is getting fired lol

She loves secretly when you’re getting ready for bed and you play with her hair. Again she’s not huge on touch but will definitely reciprocate it if you do it. But her hair? Lorddddddd secretly makes her heart sore. She loves how after all the shit she has to put up with she can come back to you and have some genuine time. Domestic love. It’s one of her favorite things

SHE LITERALLY LOVESSSS when your walking past her and there not too many people around, so she can roll her tounge at you or whistle while slapping your ass. She thinks your expression after is SUPER funny ☝️

If your a tall girly she loves giving you kisses on your shoulders/back , no one can really see her do it but you know it’s her

If your a short girlie she literally won’t stfu about it , she loves teasing you and frustrating you till you snap at her “¡callarse la boca!”

Running into NSFW territory!!

She really likes being dominant, she is VERY HARD to convince to let you take care of her. She likes being at your service when having sex

She can be very mean and teasing but she always whispers sweet things in your ear..

STRAP ONNNNNNN!!

If it ain’t her fingers or tongue ITS HER STRAP ONNNN

she loves fucking you over counters or like infront of a mirror!!!!! Especially if your a plus sized girlie ! She loves showing you how beautiful and perfect you are in the mirror while kissing your shoulder whispering “Mírate bebé ... eres tan hermosa, mira el espejo.”

She doesn’t like public or risky sex , she is EXTREMELY Jealous and she only wants her to be able to see you so vulnerable , your Hers !! HER ASS IS NOT SHARING

lord FUCK ANYONE THAT TRYS TO FLIRT WITH YOU especially if it’s some guy , she internally goes nuts , she will make a small comment if someone flirts with you “ella no necesita tu pobre excusa de coqueteo. ella tiene a alguien..” if someone keeps pushing there luck , don’t be surprised when she grits her teeth basically threating that dudes life 😭 can’t blame her she’s just a woman in-love with her bbg!!

She lovessss dancing with you to music… especially if you’ve had a bad day ,, she comforts you and dances with you in the privacy of your apartment..then she lays you down and eats you out till your squirming fr

“ mm- Val- ¡demasiado!” You whine. She can’t help but smile smugly and go faster, her tongue on your sensitive clit and her fingers pumping in and out. “Poor baby.. vamos hermosa ven por mí? Te lo mereces..” as she soothes her free hand over your thigh. Trying to calm you down as you shiver around her.

She’s actually a BOSS at after care fr , she’ll shower with you washing your body for you then she’d make you a small bite to eat then relax with you in bed while watching a movie.

Inspired by mactavleyprovider !!

I hope this finds the girlies and feeds you well 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[reaping-the-benefits]

A threesome with Valeria and Alejandro would be so good. They'd have like the whole "nice dom/mean dom" thing going on, you know. Valeria's degrading and mean, yanking your hair and refusing to let you cum until she thinks you've earned it. All the while, Alejandro's praising you, telling you how well you're taking him, how pretty you look while they're using you.

[vilsoo]

‎ 𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺𝑶𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺…

‎ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ‎ ‎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧… 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫!

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𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘; 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘… Inspired by Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights, indulge in sex and horror galore at our premiere Kinktober event, HORRORLAND! Would you dare venture our haunted houses, experience our exhilarating attractions, and uncover the scandalous, deadly mysteries of Horrorland?

fandoms: jujutsu kaisen, spiderman atsv, fnaf, re4, codmw2.

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

ㅤ ↓ 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 (𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓) ↓

FRIDAYS🩸 we welcome our fellow monster fuckers into this territory! deadly creatures preying on their victims, serving their lustful fantasies with wild, animalistic urges! your arousal and fear may provoke them further, so beware of the woods…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟒𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ❞ starring GHOST!LEON KENNEDY (re4)

who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead… and ghosts?

⚠︎ CW: mentions of stalking, slight ooc leon, angst, hurt/comfort, haunted vacation home, voyeurism, paranormal activity, sex with a ghost, gentle → rough smut, mirror sex, switchy!leon, 1980s setting.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟖𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring WEREWOLF!MIGUEL O’HARA (atsv)

during the bloodmoon on halloween, your werewolf boyfriend feels a rapacious urge to knock you up.

⚠︎ CW: established relationship, miguel in heat, rough sex, soft sex, marking, biting, possession, breeding, knotting, impregnating, degrading/praising, power struggle, multiple orgasms, 1980s setting.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟓𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 ❞ starring RYOMEN SUKUNA (jjk)

a camping trip you planned with your friends turns out to be a total nightmare, all caught on camera…

⚠︎ TW: suspense, horror/thriller themes, gruesome murder, gore, ritual sex, demon sex, satanism, sadism, betrayal, teratophilia, size kink, double penetration, plot twist, ib the blair witch project (1999), 1980s setting.

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SATURDAYS 🍷 the depths of hell fall on this dark and gloomy city bound to corruption and sin, known as the devil’s playground! lurking within the streets beholds the prurient reigns of terror that which may also arouse parkland guests…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟓𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ❞ starring NANAMI KENTO (jjk)

with you and your boyfriend being a regular at this fancy restaurant, the owner became very fond of you…

⚠︎ TW: cannibalism, chef/restaurant owner nanami, poisoning, murder, infidelity/cheating, eventual smut, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, jealousy, dark obsession, slight stalking, gore, mutilation.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ❞ starring WILLIAM AFTON (fnaf)

as the new intern and your boss developing a dark obsession over you, he feels the need to corrupt you…

⚠︎ TW: dubcon, mind control (glitchtrap virus), sadism, murder, psychological abuse, manipulation, predator/prey dynamic, implied age gap, degradation, eventual rough smut, mentions of vanny mask.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟔𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring CHOSO (jjk)

accidentally bringing a girl back from the dead may have been horrifying, but falling in love with her..?

⚠︎ CW: horror/romcom themes, implied necrophilia (NO intercourse), college au, accidental ritual, romance, mentions of murder, suggestive smut, inspired by lisa frankenstein (2024) and corpse bride (2005).

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FOR OUR HALLOWEEN SPECIAL . . . not only are you immersed into the stories of our attractions, you get the real experience of being a parkland guest having a fun time at Horrorland with friends! but as thrilling as it all sounds, there are many scandals and articles of what really goes down…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟑𝟏: ❝ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋? ❞ HEADLINE: PARKLAND VISITOR CAUGHT HAVING INTERCOURSE WITH A SCARE ACTOR!

flirting has become a common fear response when encountering hot masked scare actors chasing you at halloween events. this scandal covers a parkland visitor fawning over the hot scare actor in the Deathgasm haunted house, König, resulting in them flirting and sneaking off together…

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⚠︎ 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⚠︎

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐎 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. please do not steal my kinktober prompts/works/themes! reposting any of my works outside tumblr that minors can access is strictly prohibited. will be cross posted on my ao3 soon.

[redeyerhaenyra]

NSFW CODMW2 VISUALS

Notes: These links are NOT strictly pertaining to what the people in the videos look like! It's about what they do or say, however I try to be as inclusive as I can :) enjoy!

Simon Riley

Simon manhandling you 🤤

...need I say more

NEED I SAY MOOORREE!!!!

Simon but specifically 09' Simon

Johnny Mactavish

Soap 🍒

Soap n you in the car

Desperate boy 🧼

When he's overexcited

Kyle Garrick

Meanie Gaz

Meanie Gaz!!!

Teasing u

Titty fucking n Kyle 🫠

Jonathan Price

Price being tender 😇

The way he looks at u 💗

Making you fuck yourself back on his cock :(

After you teach him what a nude is he sends u this :P

[n1ght0f-nyx]

kyle gaz garrick tries to be gentle, he really does.

but a man cannot help his size, pressing into you so gently, but he still fills you to the brim with every thrust, punching your cervix with each movement, you can feel your cunt stretching to accomodate him, the imprint of his thickness in your womb, he wishes he could stay in there forever. hopefully his cum counts.

[thesevro]

ʀᴏɴᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

LEGEND MLM - Male Reader FTM - Female to Male, Transgender Male Reader F Reader - Female Reader

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Ageless blogs will be blocked.

LOVE & DEEPSPACE

SYLUS [18+] Rude Boys [MLM/NWLNW] - [Takes place during the Bond 'Midnight Stealth.'] Unfortunately for Sylus, you can match his strength, if not the volatile mastery he has over his Evol. He ends up under you in less than a minute. The brooch couldn't have been easier to retrieve.

CALEB [18+] someone drugged my bro 😭 [Trans Male Reader] - MC always shares with Caleb. Caleb lets him have his pick of some Valentine's chocolates the girls and gays at the DAA gave him as a gift. He and you face the direct consequences of being one of the first to try Skyhaven's greatest high-grade aphrodisiacs.

[18+] my bsf goin' crazyy [Fem! Reader] - (Female Reader version of 'someone drugged my bro 😭') Caleb never hesitates to share with his favorite girl. He lets you have a pick of the Valentine's chocolates the girls and gays at the DAA gave him as a gift. He and you face the direct consequences of being one of the first to try Skyhaven's greatest high-grade aphrodisiacs.

RED RISING Us, and Now [MLM/NWLNW] - Cassius Bellona tells you goodbye before boarding the Lightbringer to speak with Lysander. Still, his last words of love belong to you.

[18+] Sit, My Goodman [MLM/NWLNW] - Cassius Bellona is condemned to endure hours-long torture as he watches you work on ship parts, his eyes on your thick, corded musculature as you heave huge, heavy scrap parts around half-naked.

JUJUTSU KAISEN [18+] Your Stranger [MLM/NWLNW] - Villain Nanami Kento finds a way to release his stress. Through thoughts rife with malice, his eyes clear when he finds the warmth of your body. Though there is nothing innocent, nothing sweet about what he does to you when he gets you between his sheets.

[18+] A Man of Yours, Tonight [MLM/NWLNW, FTM Reader] - Nanami Kento has known only the pleasure of your body atop his, his legs wrapped around your waist, your cock stretching his hole. Tonight, he shows you how it feels to take another man inside.

[18+] Japanese Lessons [F Reader] - Nanami Kento uses your body to teach you Japanese.

[18+] Big Mouth, Huh? [MLM]NWLNW] - Leave Gojo Satoru alone with you anywhere, even in someone else's bathroom, and he'll be on his knees for you without any care for the consequences.

[18+] Chains and Whips [F Reader] - Cruelty is not a language Ijichi Kiyotaka speaks, but it is one he enjoys indulging in with you. You are nothing but a devil when you have him in your bed.

ATTACK ON TITAN [18+] Pass Him to the Homie [MLM/NWLNW, FTM Reader] - Senior veteran Connie Springer gives in to your pleas and lets Survey Corps Captain Jean Kirschtein have a taste of you, his drop-dead handsome boyfriend.

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II [18+] Control [MLM/NWLNW, FTM Soap] - Soap makes sure to treat his boy right, and the man has never been more desperate to ride you till you start shooting blanks.

ARCANE [18+] Out in the Hallway [GN Reader] - Sheriff Marcus ends up passing you in the hall at the Last Drop. You leave his uniform wrinkled and his pants half-buttoned. Kingpin Silco knows just what to do with you when he finds out.