#mw3 smut

[yawnderu]

Virgin!König is fucking ravenous. Joining the military at 17 and generally being unpleasant didn't give him many options, always focusing on pushing his body to the limit rather than trying to find something to fuck. He can't handle rejection— it's too much for him. He's too prideful, too intense.

Virgin!König is a fucking loser. He doesn't know if he's looking too deep into it when you willingly start to spend more time alone with him, always touching a part of him no matter what. He excuses himself to the bathroom when you put your hand on his thigh, trying his best to make his boner go down, yet no matter what, his fat cock stays up until he jerks off.

Once you break down his walls and get him to fuck you? Poor you.

König jackhammers his meaty cock into you at a punishing rhythm, letting you feel every single inch of his hard dick. He's too big, crushing you down with his massive body yet too pussy-drunk to even realize. The only thing he can feel is your cunt wrapping perfectly around him, his leaking tip slamming into your spongy cervix every single time.

Needy, open-mouthed kisses are planted all over your neck before he goes down, desperately latching onto one of your nipples to muffle his embarrassingly high-pitched whimpers.

His thrusts are nothing short of brutal, using your much smaller body as a fleshlight, mind too hazy to focus on anything other than using your little hole to make himself cum.

His tongue circles your nipple before he starts suckling into it again, desperately trying to go deeper even when the entrance of your cervix is stopping him. His hips crash against yours, jackhammering into you without care until he's able to slam his cock as deep inside of you as possible, shooting ropes of thick, white cum right into your fertile, needy womb.

He's not embarrassed about cumming fast, already feeling his cock harden into your cunt, ready for another round.

[connorsui]

Maybe I won't feel so empty with him inside me :(

[meowpupp]

as a thank you for hitting 1k followers, and an apology for my absence, I would like to share my take on poly!141.

poly141! x recruit!reader. 1.5k words. mentions of sex, although no smut. yet.

you're a sweet little thing. smart as a whip, nerdy, and confident. having spent most of your post highschool graduate years studying, youve acquired numerous impressive qualifications. while most people your age in university were out partying, getting blind drunk, hooking up, you were studying.

a tech genius. that's what laswell had sold you as to price. he had been hesitant to allow any new members at all, especially ones so young. and yet, taskforce 141 sees two new additions. the newest little tech genius who's climbing quickly through the ranks, and another soldier. someone by the name of roach.

at first, you weren't amused. as a woman in the military, your life was already difficult enough. being assigned to an all male taskforce felt like your worst nightmare. but after some convincing from laswell, and realizing this would be the fastest way to make a name for yourself, you sign the papers.

your first week is smooth, albeit awkward. you and the other new recruit, roach, get along fairly well. he's funny, a little dorky, but obviously skilled. he isn't as intimidating as the others, being almost as young as you. you find yourself gravitating to him often, often staying up late together, eating meals together, and even training together. you make quick friends.

and so, it's only natural that you both end up becoming… closer. late night talks turn into makeouts, and makeouts turn into grinding. it's somewhat clumsy however… as if the two of you can quite place the power dynamics.

the others, however, are much more of a challenge to get along with. you're cautious, aware these men have been in this business much longer than you. the four of them- price, ghost, gaz, and soap- are a power unit. it takes weeks for you to find your place within the team.

price tries to be welcoming, although it doesn't quite work. there's this sense of authority and power around him that makes you feel small, almost submissive. his gruff voice sends shivers down your spine each time he speaks over comms, panties growing wet each time he gives you a direct order.

it's almost as if he knows, whispering your name rather than your military nickname. his voice sounds almost seductive. it makes you feel like a pervert, imagining him growling in your ear each time you get off.

price has a way of always remaining in control and not just with you. the power dynamics within the task force are subtle yet well established. there seems to be a chain of command that follows their ranks. price on top, then ghost, then gaz and soap. you notice how they all drop casual innuendos, their affection for each other, corssing over the boundary of just friendliness.

ghost barely looks, let alone, speaks to you for the first month. you're unsure if he even likes you. on the field, he's sharp and alert. you occasionally hear him share banter with the others, but never feel brave enough to join in. the man is intimidating, almost three times your size, a quiet sort of confidence and dominance that follows him around. he's the one you train with most often.

ghost is ruthless. he slams you into the matt, somehow always ending up between your thighs, his big hands holding them apart and pinning you down. you can't help but memorise the sight. your Lieutenant, panting, slightly sweat as he holding you in such a lewd position, glaring down at you.

it's your favourite fantasy to think about late at night as you touch yourself, unaware that the walls are so thin that ghost himself hears you whimper his name. he strokes himself in time with the slick noises of your cunt, imagining how desperate you must look.

gaz isn't intimidating, per say. he isn't distant like ghost or unapproachable like price. the man has such a casual confidence and arrogance around him. he's the first to speak to you, ask you about yourself. throughout your career, you've met many military soldiers. most the men fit into two categories, misogynistic dicks who don't believe you have a place within the ranks, or disgusting perverts who want a quick fuck (most of them have wives, even kids.) but gaz is refreshing. he fits into neither.

he often starts conversations with you. asking questions and truly listening as you speak. little do you know he records each one, saving them for when he's alone late at night. something about the way you speak, your tone, the quiet rasp or accent, it makes him stupidly hard. he's not above recording you while you workout, standing just close enough to capture each huff and grunt as you lift. it's those recordings that get him off the quickest, wondering how whiny youd sound if he held a vibrator to your clit, didnt let up until you were crying and covered in slick.

and soap. the man is difficult for you to read. your first impression is that he's one of those men who fit into the ‘misogynistic asshole’ category. apart from your initial meeting, he practically ignores you.

you can tell its not deliberate. he just seems more immersed in the natural, pre-established dynamic of the taskforce. the one that doesn't include you. it takes a while, but after a month or two, your interactions become more common.

he turns out to be very respectful- even helpful. due to your background in tech, you skipped a few ranks when you joined. soap helps you in the shooting range. standing behind you, body pressing into yours from behind, correcting your posture before you fire.

you even create games with each other. he gives you little quizzes. theyre normally about gun components, military jargon, or even field upgrades. with each quiz he promises a ‘reward.’

its embarrassing whenever you blush and grow wet when he says it. the rough growl of his voice, combined with the accent he has, all makes you dizzy. you don't even notice how he plays it up, practically purring out the word, smirking as you squirm, making sure to graze his fingertips over your hot skin.

it's obvious that after a month or two, that roach is significantly more acclimated than you. it feels unfair. your relationship with each member is steadily growing, yet something about how roach interacts with them is so different. it's like you're missing a puzzle piece.

it isn't until one night when you're venting your frustration that roach reveals the reason he's clicked with them so quickly.

“It's like an initiation,” he smirks, eyes flicking away from you, “think of it kind of like…. hazing.” his eyes are almost predatory as he meets yours again, so unlike the goofy persona he usually has, “if you like, I could speak to price. they have started to discuss inviting you in.”

it's as if everything made sense now. it wasn't your fault. it was another case of discrimination, you being left out because you didn't fit into their stupid boys club.

ever since that conversation with roach, you have become frustrated, irritable, and short with them all. you fulfilled all your required tasks but refused to engage with them any further. denying invites to the pub, ignoring gaz when he tried to speak, training alone, no longer asking soap for help.

after about a week of this, price calls you to his office.

a sick sense of unease and anxiety settles in your gut. the man is so intimidating, and this surely wasn't a positive meeting. you've never been in a position like this. all throughout school, you were a grade A student, and within your years in the military, you've always maintained basic respect and politeness. you've never been in trouble with a CO.

when you step into his office, however, all your expectations are subverted. price sits at his desk, smoking a cigar. roach leans against it next to him. the two of them are speaking lowly.

price notices you first. his eyes carry an emotion you haven't seen before. lust. he's staring at you as if you're some sort of prey. with a smirk, he blows out a large puff of smoke. it curls around him, only making him more intimidating.

“if you were feeling excluded, sweetheart, you should've made me aware.” he leans back in his chair. suddenly, the room feels so small, your body getting hot, “id be more than happy to include you.”

roach walks towards you, guiding you further into the office. he doesn't let you sit, however, instead standing behind you, hands groping your hips. his fingertips slip under your shirt, brushing the sensitive skin of your stomach.

he kisses your neck, “price wants to see how pretty you are,” his hands slide further up, taking your shirt off, “let's give him a show, yeah?”

cont.

[waningdials]

i’m sad so uhhh husband!price comfort head <3

he immediately notices that something is off when he gets home. instead of happily greeting him by the door with a kiss, you remain quiet in the kitchen. he frowns, wondering if he’s done something wrong.

he walks up to you and hugs you from behind, asking if you’re okay :(

he lets you rant about your day and what’s gotten you in a sour mood, and then kisses you nice and slow just the way you like.

he quickly ends up on his knees on the cold kitchen tiles, your sweatpants and underwear bunched up by your ankles. he kisses over your folds gently, giving you the comfort of his soft lips before diving in.

he goes slow and soft, his facial hair rubbing against your thighs and giving you that burning feeling you love as he kisses and sucks on your clit.

you end up a shaking, moaning mess - the bad mood you had carried around you throughout the day completely forgotten about

(i didn’t proof read this and i am in Pain so sorry if it’s complete shite. mwah mwah love everyone that is giving my posts attention <3)

[diejager]

What about....erm...humiliating Graves???

Ma’am Cw: humiliation, switch!Graves, cock ring, wax play, BDSM, consent check, clothed woman/naked man, uniform, Ma’am, tell me if I missed any.

Crediting @yawnderu for this, mostly inspired by K-9 chapter... 5?

It started with a taunt, a snide remark from your lips about you being able to grind him down better than he could humble you, threatening to pull him down by the balls and work him down his high pedestal. He gave you a grin, eyes exhuming arrogance, smile overconfident with his own ability to withstand any torture you’d dish out; and his overzealous attitude was his downfall.

He pulled at the bindings, black leather flexing under his struggle, shoulders raising and feet kicking, but that did nothing. You’d gotten your skills from the best, learning to bind rope with strong knots and intricate designs, but you decided to use leather, strong and unyielding against Graves’ strength. It held him down nicely, tied to a chair, stripped from all clothing while you wore your uniform, wearing his colours unabashedly.

“Christ, doll-” he jerked, red-faced with shaking thighs and laboured breathing.

“You’ll have to speak up, Philip,” you crooned, smile gleefully mean as you peered down at him, lashes fluttering at his wide, dilated pupil.

“Sweetheart!”

He threw his head back when you tilted the burning candle, hot wax dripping down his pebbled nipple, erect and swollen from the minutes you spent sucking, pulling and biting, grinning at him all the while. You watched him jerk around, the cooling wax rolling down his chest, adding to more dried trails down his chest, a pleasing sight to you. His cock stood proud, ramrod with a red head, throbbing from being neglected and degraded by you. You’d called him a mutt, a filthy dog biting more than he could chew, you cooed at him as if he was irresponsible and needing help with the simplest matters in life.

You watched his cut head twitch, pearly pre leaking from his slit. Down the bulbous head and shaft, the veins that crossed over his girth and pumped blood into his oversensitive head, from the cock ring at the base to the blushing top. You poked it, manicured nail tipping it against his soft stomach, feeling it pulse beneath your digit. He flushed with embarrassment, seeing you make his body sing to you, angered by his body’s betrayal. Bringing the candle down his body, you cocked the flame, admiring the slow trickle of wax down to his cock, the head jumping from the burning warmth.

“Fuck!” Graves hissed, curling his hands and gritting his teeth.

He flinched back harshly, cock bobbing with the tensing of his thighs and squirming. His strong reaction made you still, taking the candle away and peer at his sweating face, he had his jaw clenched, eyes closed and veins popping out of his forehead.

“Are you okay, Phill?” You asked, brows crossed. “Is it too much?”

“No-no,” he gasped out, blinking away pleasured tears. “Fuck, please. I need it-”

It didn’t hurt, it only drove him wilder, deeper into your trap to feel something warm wrapped around his shaft. The wax was only a catalyst to his undoing, his unparalleled need to cum.The line between pain and pleasure blurred in his mind, finding his cock jerking around from every twist of his nipple or the slap of his chest, his sun-kissed skin tinging red. Your smirk returned once you saw that he was willing to continue, pleas slipping from his tongue rather than the established safeword.

“What do you need exactly?”

“To come!”

Shudders wracked his body, eyes rolling back into his head as you grasped his girth, giving him a few pumps to keep him awake.

“I can’t hear you with all this noise, Philip.”

“Please, Ma’am,, please let me come.”

You broke into a vicious grin, eyes gleaming dangerously at the authoritative title.

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[scuddisher]

WHAT OTHERS CANNOT GIVE.

Price finds out you've been having second thoughts on your intimacy with him, searching for other men's services in the area—but he's convinced you're partnered with him for a reason.

RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+) PAIRING — gigolo! john price x gn! reader GENRE(S) — drabble, gigolo! au, yandere! au, smut WORD COUNT — 1k WARNINGS — mature content, language, jealousy, highly possessive john, loads of under-toning SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, dom! price, edging, doggy-style, missionary, unprotected intercourse, creampie, bruising, mainly filth lol RELEASE DATE — DEC 14TH 2023

AUTHOR’S NOTE — me: i’m not gonna write for cod. i’m not gonna write for- [GUNSHOT]. this has been in my brain for WEEKS but now it’s finally written out <3 i live off of any type of modern-worker price concepts lmao they’re keeping me going rn.

“You know what sets me apart from others?”

John had you wrapped around his finger. Like a ring given in matrimony—the one you'd shiver over every time you had to take it off for some necessary chore where it could be damaged or lost. He knew his importance to you was real, it was what kept you coming back. But he had never taken into consideration that his services weren't enough for you.

Not with the way he had you clenching around his length, like now. “Why I am so good at my goddamn job?”

His ego had grown the more you had spoken. Broken sentences admitting to him that you had gone to see another man, asked for the pleasures of another's touch that wasn't him—you were his only regular.

John already knew, he was already hearing the gossip amidst the others. He had already found the strangely familiar phone number hidden deep inside of your drawer. In his world, of dark nights and long-time pleasure—he knew the signs of when a client was putting a distance between them and him.

You felt him twitch up into your heat as your breathing stuttered. Ears ringing loudly but only listening to the sounds of John spilling words through his gritted teeth. You knew you had crossed the line.

“What makes me the fucking best?” His words were harsh like a growl, yet spoke softly into only your ear as he pressed you into the mattress below him and felt your hips jerk back into his hot loins.

He had been fucking you for two hours. And this was once something you begged for. Once, his intimacy—now, obsession.

You felt yourself shivering from the cold air, the only major heat being the rough man behind you. His body was sweaty, hair sticking to himself along every part of his body. His happy trail soaked with drops of sweat running down his abs, stomach sucking in every time you clenched around him. You were dizzy from all that he had done to you.

And yet, he got another rise. Had released his load into you twice now, stretching you even further on his cock. That twitch of your body, mouth agape and claiming his name on your tongue. “John!”

Each time he pulled his length from you, the stickiness of his cum was enough to make you jerk and nearly orgasm until you felt the bruises he left on your hips throb in pain from his calloused fingertips pressing into them again.

You felt the cold air of his dick leaving you, could only whine as his hand pulled at your head until his lips were on your ear. And just as you felt the rush of his hot cum hitting the skin of your ass, he spoke again.

“Because I focus on my own pleasure, not yours. And that makes you my toy.”

Your whine was enough to have him turning you over to look at him, his touch becoming gentle as he heard the hisses and whispered words from your lips. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”

“Sorry.” He was still John. “Sorry is a tough word for you to use, isn't it?” His accent had grown thicker by each syllable. He was playing with your emotions. “Did you apologize to the man you called out that late night?”

There it was. The jealousy he had pent up, rocked his hips into yours until he almost forgot, only to see your big eyes staring up at him with tears falling down your cheeks to remind him.

“The one whose number you dialed instead of mine? Met in the latest hour of the night? Asked to pleasure you in some new way to get your fucking rocks off?!”

His beard was still covered in the wetness of your arousal, mixing with his spit and displaying itself on your skin each time his words turned angrier. Everything he had done to you tonight, it was all to convince you.

His mind was lost in his own thoughts as he spoke aloud. “Could he even make you cum? Know how to use you? Did he even get a touch before you realized he was someone else and not me?”

His hand moved from your heat, feeling you throb against the little friction he gave you until it found the pulse of your heartbeat at your neck. His thumb pressed into the spot, begging to feel how fast your heart would beat when he finally told you what he wanted to say all night.

“I'm the only person in the world that can make you cum like this.” His hard length was in his free hand, pressing into your heat once more until you were all-consuming. You saw the flinch in his face as he felt your walls feather with overuse, but he still found himself filling you up.

You felt his hips stutter once he was balls deep. The way his cock twitched from being sensitive like he hadn't used every hard-on he had gotten that night to prove his point. Now was his final show.

The ring of your arousal around him only caused a louder squelch and he pulled from you and thrusted himself back in. His speech only turned guttural when he felt how tired you were, how well he had taught you this lesson.

And as your body took him in and then kept going, your rise finally crashed down on you.

“You’re the o-only person who I have seen this many times in my field of work.”

You squeezed him, milked him of one more gushing orgasm, and then fell right down into your own. “Your body only knows me now. This—” He winced feeling your entire body turn into mush as your orgasm finally swept over you. “This is only for us.”

His words quieted as his head fell into your shoulder, mouth kissing at your neck. You could only cry, only whine his name softly. He finally claimed what he wanted to since the first day your shaky little fingers dialed his number.

“I'm the only one who can give you what others cannot.” He spoke so gently, pressing his entire weight onto your form below him and into the mattress. “My love.”

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[psychotic4ghost]

Strength Together A Story By Psychotic4ghost

TW: NSFW, pnv, oral, language WC: 4.4k (a big boy)

Masterlist <- Chapter 9 // Chapter 11 ->

Ophelia felt warm as she twisted and turned. Her eyes fluttered open to the sight of stubble and her nose twitched to the smell of a woody, earth scent. It was Simon, he was fully wrapped around her and snoring. Their legs intertwined and her head rested on his meaty bicep. She could hear his breathing even out as his eyes blinked open. 

“What time is it?” She asked now that he was awake. He shifted his arm, her head bobbed as he flexed his muscle to read his watch. 

“Two. Why are you awake?” Simon responded, his voice as deep as she’d ever heard it. The grogginess in his tone sent chills up her spine. 

“I don’t know.” She responded honestly. 

“Nightmare?” He asked as he examined her face. She had had a nightmare each night since her kidnapping. Which means two total so far. This was their third night having to share a room and she hadn’t had one yet. 

“No. I’m not sure why I woke up.” Ophelia searched his eyes, not knowing what she was looking for. She could read the tiredness that radiated from him. “Go back to sleep, I’m sorry I woke you.” 

“‘S fine.” his Manchester accent was laid on thick in his voice as sleep threatened to pull him back under. “You sure you’re okay, lovie?” Lovie, he had taken to calling her that often since he rescued her. 

She nodded her head softly. “I promise, Si.” 

He grumbled before letting his eyes flutter shut. His hold on her tightening. He had his free arm draped over her waist. 

“Si?” She asked before he could fully be taken by sleep again. He opened one eye to look at her, giving acknowledgement. “I…um. I need to use the restroom.” 

“No.” He grumbled, his hold tightening again. “Don’t wanna move.” 

“Should I use your bed then?” She asked in a playful but still assertive tone. 

Simon let out an irritated huff at her words. “Be quick.” He released his tight grip on her, letting her wiggle out of his grasp, he gently pushed on her back, helping her sit up right so she could climb out the bed that was pushed against the wall. 

She didn’t move for a moment, instead she sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating her next moves. “What is it?” Simon asked, his listening skills were insane to her. Knowing she hadn’t even begun walking yet. 

“I–  don’t worry about it.” She pushed up off the bed and slipped into her fuzzy pink slippers. She rounded the bed and entered the bathroom. She didn’t use the bathroom though, instead she sat on the toilet lid, her hands combed through her hair as she thought. 

A light knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. “I’m almost done.” She called through the door. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled through the wooden door. 

“Nothing?” She asked but also answered. 

He opened the door without warning, startling her as she pulled her knees to her chest. “What the hell, Simon?” 

“What are you doing? What’s wrong?” This wasn’t like Simon. The first two nights he had respected her space and insane amount despite her need for cuddles. But tonight he was moodier. 

“I– I was just taking a moment to think.” She responded, trying her best to keep her angry look.

“You ‘ad to wake me up ‘n hide in the bathroom to think? Couldn’t do that ‘n bed?” He was getting snappy with her and she didn’t much care for it. 

“I can think where I please.” She said as she placed her feet back on the ground to stand. 

“Did you even need to go?” He asked as his movements hesitated. 

“Well…no…” Before she continued her thought, his hand was gently on her wrist, pulling her out of the bathroom. “Simon what are you doing?” 

“I’m goin’ back to sleep. If I wait for you t’ come back, you’ll jus’ wake me up. Besides, talk to me.” There he was, the less grumpy Simon she was used to. 

“I don’t want to. These… aren’t exactly– she paused– thoughts I want to share.” She mumbled as she was gently tossed into the bed. His action of dominance stirred something in her. Her cheeks peeked in a pink hue as she stared up at him. 

“Oh. I get it.” He spoke smoothly, she expected him to take offense to her lack of wanting to share with him but no, he sat next to her on the bed and looked at her, waiting for her to talk. 

“Y-you do?” She asked, not sure if he did actually understand. 

He nodded his head, “I can be helpful, ya know.” A small smirk tugged at his lips, he often left the mask on the desk when it was just the two of them and she could see the smirk clear as day. 

“Simon!” She smacked him with the first pillow she could reach from the bed. 

A deep, raspy chuckle left his throat as he caught the pillow. “I’m teasing, lovie. Though you did really seem to enjoy kissing me back in the infirmary. 

“Will you stop it?” She asked in a more teasing than serious tone.

“You’re always welcome to do it again, Ophelia.” The use of her name startled her as she lunged for another pillow to hit him with. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her from reaching the pillow. “I’m serious.” he hummed, his face was closer to hers now as he leaned in the same direction as her to stop her from grabbing the pillow. 

They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity before Ophelia leaned ever so slightly closer. Simon could read her anxious thoughts and closed the distance, his lips soft against hers as they collided. She didn’t waste time meeting him in passion. She could feel the tip of his tongue swipe across her bottom lip, begging for entry which she gladly obliged. His tongue explored her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, her cheeks, all of it. A soft moan escaped her and he ate it up. 

“Simon. We– we can’t.” She spoke, nearly breathless as they pulled apart finally. 

“And why’s that?” He asked, sharing her breathless state. 

“Because. A-aren’t there rules?” She asked, still panting. 

“Hmm, yes but not for doctors. I am not your Lieutenant, Lia.” He searched her face for a reaction, he found her shocked expression to be absolutely adorable. “You’re not a field medic…technically.” 

“Simon, I–” 

“Tell me no and I will stop.” He spoke matter of fact. 

“I don’t think I want you to. I’m just…nervous.” 

That pulled a deep belly laugh from Simon. He didn’t mean to laugh at her but he noticed her mildly hurt expression. “Lovie, I've got you. Listen, I’m not good with words. I’m not– I don’t… express feelings well. But I’m comfortable with you. So if that means I gotta take the lead, I will.” Ophelia placed a gentle finger to his lips before replacing her finger with her lips. 

The kiss was shallow, soft, almost a ghost of a kiss before she wrapped her arms around his neck and let her body weight fall back into the bed, pulling him with her. He rested just above her, his elbows keeping him from crushing her. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. 

“Yes.” She breathed out. She looked deep into his eyes, searching for his thoughts on the subject. She found lust, tender, sweet, loving lust as one of his hands snaked over her tummy. He held his hand there for a moment before slowly sliding up to her breast. He squeezed just lightly enough to gauge her reaction. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling as she bit her lip, biting back a moan. 

He continued his soft assault on her breasts, giving both the attention they required. “Were you gonna hide in the bathroom…to take care of this?” He asked, his voice low and husky. 

“I– I was.” She admitted, it felt naughty to admit that she was going to hide in his bathroom to relieve herself of this ache she felt. To be honest, she had felt this itch since the night before but she tried her best to suppress it. “All our touching and cuddling made it hard to fight my thoughts.” 

“You thought of me? This way?” He teased as he slithered his hand down her tummy and to the hem of her sleep pants. 

She glared at him, not wanting to answer the obvious question. She knew it was only a way to tease her. He chuckled at her attempt to look menacing, knowing the power he held over her in this moment. He slid his hand over her clothed cunt, wiping the glare right off her face. Her brows knit together and her eyes shut while she fought herself, trying to not bite her own bottom lip. 

A possessive growl left Simon’s throat. “I won’t let them take you again.” He said through grit teeth, the idea of protecting her made him even more eager for her. All she could do was whimper at his words and the soft friction his middle and pointer finger were creating. The teasing was already creating pressure in her lower tummy, the feeling of wanting and needing growing more and more with each rub of his thick fingers. 

“Simon, please.” She didn’t know what she was begging for but whatever it was, she needed it badly. 

“Hmm.” Was all Simon cared to give as he tugged down her sleep pants, leaving her in just panties, knowing he was going to tease her more. He stared for a moment, basking in the sight that lay before him. She was so beautiful to him. A precious flower that he swore to protect, his precious flower. As much as he wanted to tease her for his own enjoyment, he too couldn’t hold back much longer, he wanted –no– needed her and bad. 

“Fuck, lovie.” He breathed out more to himself. The doe-like look she gave him sent him reeling. He could feel his sweats tighten in an aching but pleasurable pain. “Lia…” 

“Simon.” She spoken with a breathlessness to her, she was struggling to keep her composure and was failing the more they stared into each others eyes, 

“You’re beautiful. So, so, so fucking beautiful.” She turned pink almost instantly at his words, not knowing how to respond. Her rosy cheeks were the only response he needed to know how she felt. He grinned. It was genuine, a smile even Price had probably never seen before. 

He felt a tickle, breaking his train of thought. Her soft hands had begun to trail up and down his sides, she fiddled with the hem of his shirt as her cheeks grew redder and redder. “Please, Simon.” She pleaded, just above a whisper. “I need you.” 

Hearing those words lit a fire in Simon’s chest, his hands that rested on her hips pulled away so he could remove his own shirt. It wasn’t the first and probably not the last time she’d seen him shirtless. She was always captivated by every little scar that peppered his chest and arms. Her delicate fingers trailed over the deeper of his scars, the burn along his left pectoral muscle and down across a deep stab wound just above his left hip bone. “Beautiful.” She whispered to herself. She traced over the skull tattoo on his bicep and down to his hand where she laced and locked her fingers with his. 

Simon used this to his advantage, he pulled their interlaced hands up above her head, pinning her there. Her breath hitched in her throat causing Simon to let a small, breathy chuckle escape; she turned pink again. His free hand danced across the top of her panties, a silent question in his eyes. She nodded her head quickly, needing to feel him more intimately. 

His fingers hooked under the fabric and with a quick and skilled motion, he had them down around her ankles where she happily kicked them off into the abyss of the dark room surrounding them. His eyes raked down her body, breathing in the stunning view of her nearly naked sight. He needed more, needed to see more. He unlaced their fingers and stripped her of her shirt with little to no thought and tossed it behind him. She yelped at the sudden movement and coolness that washed over her now fully nude self. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” he nearly growled as he took in all that he was before him. He lowered his head and peppered light kisses up from her collar bone to her neck, forcing her to look up so he could kiss his way to her ear. His attack on her neck continued as he worked his way out of his sleep pants and boxers. The weight of him tapped against her tummy. She forced his head back so she could see his length. Her eyes widened at how big he was, she figured with his height and build that it’d be bigger but she wasn’t expecting her calculations to be correct. 

“I’ll be gentle.” Simon cooed as he watched her intently. 

“It’s gonna hurt.” Ophelia mumbled. 

Simon shook his head, “I promise it won’t.” He could see the visible worry in her brows causing him to chuckle. “But if we need to stop-” he was cut off by her sweet words. 

“No. No, I can take it. I want to. I need to.” Fire burned behind her eyes this time. Lust filled her chest and mind as she stared down at the monstrous length that laid gently against her bare tummy. 

“If at any point we need to stop, you need to tell me.” He watched her, waiting for a response but receiving nothing as she continued to stare. “Ophelia. That's an order.” 

Her eyes snapped up at his sudden sternness. “Y-yes sir.” She muttered without thought. 

“Good girl.” Simon spoke clearly before slowly lowering himself down her body. He continued to trail kisses down her collar bone, to her breast, to her tummy before stopping just at her heat. Fear mixed with hunger overtook Ophelia's eyes as she watched this beast of a man do his work. 

His hot breath tickled the inside of her thighs as he continued downward. He nibbled softly into her thigh, licking and kissing where he bit to sooth the mild burn. He would hover over her cunny, his hot breath tickling her before moving to the other thigh, a tease no doubt. 

“Si…please…I need to feel you.” She breathed out as she balled the sheets in her fists, her legs squirming around his head as she did. 

No words were spoken on his part. A simple smirk was all the communication she received before he abruptly attached his lips to her awaiting, slick with arousal cunt. A near yelp left her throat at the sudden contact. “Oh f-fuck.” 

“Little flower does know how to swear.” Simon mumbled and chuckled as his mouth was still pressed deep against her, the vibrations causing her back to arch.

“I-I’ve sworn b-before.” Speaking was hard for her as the man between her legs was blanking out her mind the more his tongue swirled around her sweet bud. 

“Hardly.” She could tell he was lowering his voice to make the rumble deeper. 

She was getting close, the more he spoke, the more vibration, it was pushing her to the edge and he knew it. His hands curled under her thighs, his fingers surely bruising the tops of her thighs as he held her in place. She pushed against his grip, wiggling more and more as her climax grew. 

“C’mon, lovie. Cum for me.” He let out another possessive growl knowing it would tip her over and he was right. Her legs trembled, her back arched deeper, her knuckles turned white as her grip on the sheets tightened impossibly so. 

“S-s-oh my g-god.” Words were not her friend as she rode through her incredible orgasm. But he didn't stop. His tongue continued to swirl and his nose continued to press into her clit. A thick finger teased and poked at her entrance. “W-wait. Need…need to breathe.” She begged as she panted through the end of her orgasm. But was it really the end? Or was it part one? His thick, calloused finger pushed into her, her back arched more than she knew it could as sweet moans escaped her mouth. 

“Need you ready, lovie. Unless you really want me to.” Simon began to remove his finger but she whimpered, stopping him from moving at all. 

“N-no…I need more, d-don’t pull out. D-don’t.” Her words and thoughts were cut short as he pushed his finger back in but this time with another added. He knew what he was doing and she didn't know how to react. 

He continued his rhythm pushing her to the end yet again. But this one was coming fast, she hardly had time to brace for it before she was spilling over the edge again. 

Soft moans and near squeaks left her as she came for the second time. Ghost smirked, pleased with his abilities. He pushed off the bed, readying himself for what he had been waiting for when her soft whimper pulled his attention to her. 

“Wait…Si…” She reached for him. He gently leaned down, his elbows at either side of her head for support as he looked down into her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a soft and tender kiss. It was loving and warm, two feelings Simon wasn’t used to feeling. He could feel the passion radiate from her. Her legs found purchase around his hips as she pulled him closer to her. The tip of his cock brushed her incredibly sensitive folds. 

She continued to kiss him, hot and passionate as she tugged at his hips, a silent plea for him to give them both what they desperately needed. She wanted him close as he filled her for the first time. He understood her silent request and snaked a hand down between them to guide himself in, never breaking the kiss. He pushed in slowly, gauging her breathing and movements as he pushed further and further. She took him so well, never wincing or faltering in her breathing as he bottomed out effortlessly. 

“Shit.” He couldn’t help the curses that spilled from his lips. “Fuck, lovie, ya feel so fuckin’ good.” He dipped his head down, his eyes glued shut as he rested his forehead on her shoulder. The feeling was so intense, so perfect, so…right. 

One of her hands carded through his short hair, softly tugging every so often. Her other hand was draped over his back, not really doing much as she didn’t have much energy left. They sat there, his cock sheathed in her gummy walls for a few minutes, basking in each other's warmth before Ophelia wiggled her hips.  

“Just a second more…please.” Simon said breathlessly. Ophelia didn’t respond, instead she continued to massage his scalp. After Simon’s needed second, he began to move. His thrusts were deep but slow at first. He picked up pace after each thrust, growing faster and harder with each snap of his hips before the wet sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Her moans spilled out as he found a brutal but steady pace. 

“Fuck. You-you feel so good. I’m not gonna last long, flower.” Simon was teetering over the edge of his own orgasm but he’d be damned if his little lady didn’t cum first. He kept his intense pace as he watched her face contort and scrunch. He couldn’t help but kiss his puffy red lips as he thrust as deep as he could inside her. 

“D-don’t stop, Simon. I-I’m close.” Stuttering was all she was good for as moans and whimpers cut her off. 

“Where?” Simon asked through pants. 

“Wha-”

“Where do you want me?” 

“I-inside.” She locked eyes with him as her cheeks burned at his question. “P-pill.” 

A guttural groan mixed with a growl pulled from deep within Simon’s chest to her words, he was so close he didn’t know if he could wait for her but luckily for him, she was at the same point. The string of whimpers and whines that left her lips told him he was allowed to cum. Simon leaned down and captured her lips with his. With one last thrust, he halted, burying himself as deep as he could. His hot, white seed coated the walls of her gummy insides. Her moans filled his mouth as his filled hers. 

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The singsong chirps from the birds outside peacefully pulled Ophelia from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open as she pulled her arms up over her head to stretch. She abruptly stopped as an aching pain shot from her hips to her lower back. A groan escaped her as she slumped back down into the bed. 

“Mornin’ lovie.” Simon’s voice came from directly next to her. She looked to her left to see Simon’s expressionless face. 

“Good morning.” She trailed off before starting again. “I’m sore.” 

“Mm, good.” Simon grumbled as he wrapped his thick arms around her tiny frame, pulling her close to him. The smell of sex and his natural musk pushed through her scenes, over taking them. She inhaled, loving the smell. 

“What time is it?” She asked as she strained her neck to look up at him. His eyes were closed, not a care in the world. 

“Uh,” Simon twisted his body to look at the clock, bringing her with him. “0500 hours.” He rolled back to the way he was, pulling her close again. 

“Don't you have drills today?” She asked as she attempted to free herself from his grasp. 

“Mmm. Yeah.” Simon mumbled, unbothered by his schedule for the day. “Not till 0600.” 

“You should start getting ready.” Ophelia mumbled, not really wanting to part ways either. 

“Shower with me.” Simon grumbled into her hair. His nose pressed against the top of her scalp. 

“I feel like that'll be less productive, Simon.” 

“Don't care. C’mon.” Simon rolled over to face the edge of the bed, pulling her with him. She was now on top of him, still absorbing all his warmth. 

He pulled them both up from the bed, he maneuvered their bodies so he was holding her bridal style. He pushed off the bed and made way for the small bathroom. Simon sat Ophelia on the closed toilet seat as he began prepping the shower. “I'm assuming you like the water hot?” 

Ophelia nodded her head as she sat there in silence, still not fully awake to process what was happening. An odd sensation took over her as she looked down. She could feel the aching soreness forming between her legs, reminding her what happened the night before. Her cheeks burned a bright pink without her consent. 

“What's wrong?” Simon asked as he finally pulled his attention away from the shower. He was only in boxers and she happened to be in his standard issued army green shirt. 

“Nothing.” She spoke barely above a whisper, embarrassment flooding her scenes. 

Simon knelt in front of her, his hand gently caressed her cheek while the other sat atop her tight. “We uh. We did…stuff…last night.” 

“Hm. Yeah. We did.” A smirk took place on Simon's lips as he stared up at her. “Could always do it again.” 

“N-no! You have drills with the recruits today!” Ophelia tried to hide her face from Simon but he held her hands on top of her thighs under his. 

He chuckled at her embarrassment, but paid no real mind to it before he slipped the shirt she wore from her body. He leaned back a little to admire his work and her body. She had bruises on her hips and upper thighs. She had light bite marks and hickeys peppering her collar bone. She shivered at the sudden coolness of the air around her. Her arms wrapped around her breasts, hiding from the man who sat in front of her. 

“Who do you think did all this?” He asked as he traced a finger over her bruised hip bone. “I've already seen you nude, Lia.” 

“Th-that's not the point.” She looked away from him, finding anything to look at in his rather plane bathroom, anything that wasn't him. 

“I meant what I said last night.” Simon broke the short silence. “About protecting you.” 

Ophelia couldn't help but look at him now, his eyes were soft, a look she was becoming accustomed to. “I know-” 

“No, I mean it. Listen, watching you get taken from my grasp. You were feet from me and they bested me, taking you away. It was at that moment I realized what you meant to me.” 

“Si…” 

“I haven't felt this way in a long time. Soap…Johnny was the last person to make me feel comfortable. He always knew the right joke to say.” Simon sighed as his eyes flickered to the floor before locking his gaze with hers again. “I'm not saying you're a replacement by the way.” Hurt flooded his eyes at the many, many thoughts racing through him at that moment. 

“Simon, I know. I know you don't mean it that way. If anything that's a huge compliment. He has big shoes to fill.” She leaned forward, his forehead being at the perfect height for her to rest hers against his. They both closed their eyes, taking in the moment before Simon remembered the shower. 

“C’mon. Wasting time.” Simon slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her, he set her gently down on her feet in the shower before removing his boxers and joining her. She gripped his forearms as her legs threatened to give out. 

“Sorry.” Simon spoke bluntly. He placed a hand on her lower back, pulling her close to him as the water cascaded down both their bodies. 

The two of them basked in the warmth of the shower for as long as they could be for cleaning up. Simone washed her for her but wouldn't let her wash him. He said he needed to move quickly so he finished up washing her slowly before turning to wash himself. 

She watched as he slid the bar of soap over his pectoral muscles, his abs, his thick arms, his tummy. He was beautiful to her, the scars that peppered his body were memorizing. It took every fiber in her being to not touch him as he lathered the soap. 

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[soapyghost]

Strangers

A/N - oh look at that Soapy is back. Maybe. Kinda. This fic came to me while listening to Strangers by Kenya Grace so I would recommend listening to that while you read this maybe idk. This took way to long and idk if I am proud of it

W/C- 2.3K

WARNINGS- !MW3 SPOILERS! Smut, language, fingering, orgasm(s), p i v, unprotected sex, pet names, orgasm denial, slight bondage, lil knife play if you squint, meany mean mean bad Price, literally no aftercare. H E A V Y A N G S T

"Need to see you, luv'"

You stared blankly at the text message notification, frozen solid. It had been 3 months since you last had contact with Captain John Price. You swore to yourself that last last time truly was the last time, yet here you were standing outside your apartment door waiting for his black pickup truck to come rumbling down the road and pick you up.

"Stupid" you muttered to yourself, shivering against the October chill. You knew how this would end, exactly as it always does with your heart broken and your throat sore. Soon enough you could hear the low rumble of Johns truck on the quiet street and as much as you hated it, your heart began to flutter. Maybe this time would be different, you lied to yourself. Maybe this time he'll stay.

As you finally see his headlights your heart jumps into your throat, you know this is a bad idea and your whole body is tingling to run back into your apartment and delete his number from your phone. But you know you could never do that. You were too intertwined with him to ever truly let go, and he knew it.

The car slowed to a stop in front of you, you saw John reach over and pop the door open for you. Reaching out you take the handle of the door and let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and hop up into the truck. "John," you sigh, "we can't keep doing this. I can't keep doing this. You-" he cut you off with his lips smashing into yours. The kiss was smothering, full of want and need. Whatever speech you had in your head immediately went out the window with his lips on yours.

He was the first to pull back from the kiss which made you whine in want and the miss of the heat of his lips. You flutter your eyes open to see Price's face in the dim light of his truck and you could see his eyes were red. "Soaps dead." he whispered. Soap, his Sargent. The weight hit you like a ton of bricks, you had seen soap a handful of times when you would "coincidentally" be at the same bar as 141. He was a funny guy even if his mohawk was a bit childish you liked him.

"Oh John I'm so sorry" you choked out, holding back tears. Seeing John Price reduced to tears had some affect on you. He simply nodded and gestured for you to put on your seat belt before putting the car in drive and pulling away from your apartment complex.

You drove in silence for what seemed like hours, but it wasn't uncomfortable. You knew once you arrived at your "spot" he would pull you into the back of the car and explain everything. It's how it was with John when he came back from deployments. He needed someone to vent to emotionally and physically and as much as you hated that that's all you would ever be you couldn't deny him.

The truck clamored up the hill to the overlook of the city. It didn't matter how many times he took you here, every time it took your breath away. The way the city seemed so small and insignificant. He put the car in park and sat there for a moment, quiet before whispering, "he was the best of us."

Immediately you unbuckled yourself and moved to the backseat where you grabbed onto John and pulled him back with you. You pulled him on top of you and held him there. You played with his hair and let him just talk. To get everything out, how they were chasing some big bad guy named Makarov around Europe. How they finally tracked him down to some train station and were sent to stop him for good.

The name was vaguely familiar, and it finally hit you. This Makarov was the very same one that John and his team had put away in some dank prison nearly 4 years earlier. You kept yourself quiet while he kept rambling. Letting out every emotion he had held in for the past week since Soap's death. You knew he needed it.

It felt like an hour had passed before Price fell quiet. "I'm so sorry John" you whispered, placing a kiss on the top of his head. Finally he turned his face up to yours and looked you in the eyes. They looked tired, more so than usual. The piercing blue eyes that normally were so sharp and clear seemed clouded with exhaustion and sorrow.

"It's not your fault, luv" he replied, seeming to snap to his senses slightly before he leaned in and kissed you. It was a deep hungry kiss that took your breath away, near suffocating. As he pulls away for a breath you take your opportunity and bite his bottom lip eliciting a low growl from him. You slowly open your eyes to look down at him, just they way you knew drove him insane. You know John didn't text you for a vent session in the back of his truck.

He quickly maneuvered himself out of your lap and up to trap you in between the seat and the door. Heat began to pool in your belly at the sudden change in position. John's eyes were back to the sharp blue that you remember and they looked ravenous. He quickly smashed back into your lips and slithered his hand up your shirt to palm your breast causing you to let out a breathy moan.

"Missed this" he mumbled, moving his hand from under your shirt to below your waist. Dipping down to your panties and groaning at how wet you were already for him. Admittedly it had been quiet some time since someone had fucked you as good as Captain John Price. To be honest with yourself, you don't truly think anyone ever has or ever will. "Already so wet for me?" he purrs into your ear. "'s'all for you John" you whine back, already squirming from him.

You hear John chuckle as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and begins kissing while removing his hand from your pants, causing you to let you a sad whimper. "Gotta' get these off luv'" he tuts, and removes your leggings in one swift movement. He finally returns to your panties and when he feels them again it causes him to stop what he's doing.

"For me?" he smirks, looking down at your red and black lace panties. "Only the best for you John," you whisper, before shifting and taking off your shirt to reveal a matching bra. You swear you see Johns' eyes roll back in his head as he lets out a groan. When he looks back down at you, you see a wicked grin. He moves to his pocket and with one swift movement, flicks out his switchblade and cuts between your breasts. Just as quickly he moves down to slice your panties as well. "JOHN" you shout, "THOSE WERE BRAND NEW!"

Before you have a chance to move him off you to morn the loss of what was a stupidly expensive mistake John shoves your chest back down flush with the seat and moves himself lower placing his mouth over one of your nipples. The other hand paws at your other breast and they move in tandem, the bra completely forgotten. You whine, eyes screwed shut.

"Hush now luvy'" Price soothes, slowly kissing down from your breasts to your waist and soon to your pussy, glistening in the moonlight. John devours you, licking your already throbbing clit before moving down to set a furious pace. Eating you out like it truly was his last meal on Earth. You slide down one hand to tangle in Johns' hair and steady yourself.

John knows your body like his own, and knows just how to please you. Soon your quiet hiccupping moans turned into loud cries of pleasure. And just as you began to feel the wire in your belly ready to snap, ready to push over the edge into pure bliss he stops, causing you to nearly cry out in frustration. First the bra and now this?

You look down at him, tears pricking your eyes and you open your mouth to scream at him, he moves faster and kisses you. Forcing his tongue into your mouth so that you could taste yourself on him. He moves one hand down and slides one finger into you, causing you to gasp into the kiss. He pumps slowly, knowing how close you were to your first orgasm.

After a few lazy pumps he sticks a second finger in, causing you to arch your back up off the backseat, already covered in a thin layer of sweat. John moves back in to kiss you, as he starts to move his fingers faster. Soon you're nothing more than a babbling mess, tears full streaming now down your face. "Please john pleasepleaseplease" you cry.

"Awh Princess, you can take a bit more" he chides, before pulling his fingers out entirely, your body already missing the fullness of him. He sticks his fingers into your open mouth "Suck", he commands. And you do, you close your lips around his fingers and lick all of you off of them. He moans, slowly sliding his fingers out of your mouth and reaching for his belt.

He removes it and reaches out for your hands. He grabs them and ties them tightly in front of you. He flicks his eyes up to your face, and you give him a slight nod showing him that you were fine. He moves back to his pants and unzips them and pushes them down just enough to free his cock. It springs up, nearly hitting his abdomen, the tip red and leaky.

He guides himself to your entrance, sliding himself back and forth your slit, gathering up all of your wetness on to his shaft. He leans back down to kiss you, rough and needy, as he guides himself slowly into you. You moan in unison at the feeling. Your walls pulsing around him, like they were made for him. He begins to rut into you, slowly at first giving you time to adjust to his size.

Your hands fly to his front, nails clawing for something to keep you here, in this car, with John. He grunts at the feeling of your nails digging into his chest, and picks up his pace. Moving at a punishing speed, he finally moves his hand back down to your clit.

"Say please Princess," he grunts between thrusts. The words fall from your lips, "pleasepleasepelase ohmygod John pleasepleaseplease". You swear you can hear him chuckle as he finally begins to draw circles on your clit. Panting and chanting his name you finally are allowed to cum, your walls pulsing around his thick cock. You hear him grunt, as he thrusts two, three more times before spilling himself into you. His cum painting your walls.

You both shit there for a moment, coming down from your highs. He moves first, sliding out of you and removing the belt from around your wrists and tossing it to the floor. You scramble to get your shirt and pants back on as he opens the back door and moves around to the drivers side in complete silence.

You climb over the front console and into the passenger seat, waiting for him to start the car. He turns the key and the engine sputters to life. You wait in silence for the deadly silent car ride home you know you're about to endure. But he doesn't move the car. He clears his throat until you look at him and simply gestures to the seatbelt you aren't wearing.

It was always like this, he would text you, you would show up, you'd get fucked better than ever, he would drive you back home in silence, and you'd go back to being strangers. It hurt every time. You hoped it would be different and tried to ask him about the others. "How is the rest of the squad taking it?" you whisper, looking over at him. His eyes never waivered from the road.

As you finally roll up back to the parking lot of your apartment, the weight of everything finally hits you. "I really am sorry about Soap, John" you whisper, looking over at him before grabbing your now torn bra and panties. John simply nodes at you, and flicks the lock on the door. You hop out and close the door behind you. The second you do, the truck is in drive and John Price is gone.

You spend just a few seconds blinking away tears as you watch him leave, before turning back and heading into your suite. You toss the ruined bra and panties into the garbage and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up. After you finish in the shower you head back to your room and see that you have a missed notification.

It was a CashApp notification, "Sorry -$200" from none other than Captain John Price himself. You scoffed, after everything this was how he "thanked you"? You immediately tried to send the money back but found that you were blocked. You rolled your eyes and dialed in Johns number, only to be met with his voicemail.

You flicked open your messaging app and shot him a message "I don't need your money", before throwing your phone and rolling into bed and promptly passing out. When you awoke the next morning, your fumbled around your room to find your phone and see what John had sent back. You click your screen and see no new messages, which puzzles you. He always texts back.

You unlock your phone only to be met with a bright red notification in your messages of

"Not Delivered!"

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Fuck me oml bc-UGH😩

Tell me why I’m peacefully scrollin on Pinterest and I see this?

Like mhm 😩. He’d ik this is Elliot but I know gaz would 100% send you a flic like this knowing it’d get a rise out of you. So you’d just have to come over and join him..duh!…

(And get your guts absolutely rearranged by him while being bent over a surprisgly smooth rock in a cave he pulled you into-the same cave that’s echoing with the pretty nosies that come from you both, and the sounds of wet, warm skin colliding with one another<3)

[top-500]

Chapter 8 is out! Been MIA for the last while…. But here’s a chapter!

[yawnderu]

Pornstar!König's cock is a bitch breaker— that much you know by the way he's ramming every single inch of thick, veiny meat into your sopping cunt, his large hands digging on the supple skin of your waist in a bruising hold, his heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit every time he manages to bury himself all the way in.

His blue eyes are fully focused on the screen displaying your face, the rhythm of his thrusts only getting rougher to drag more whiny moans out of your parted lips, exhaustion written all over your face at having to take his large dick on what was supposed to be a day off— only accepting a job after thousands of comments bombarding your media, begging you to collaborate with König. Perverts, you knew, yet you're more than happy to play into their fantasies.

One of the cameras pans to your face, fully capturing the alluring scene of your fucked-out state, beads of sweat dripping down your warm forehead, half-lidded eyes barely managing to stay open despite the way they're threatening to roll back with each deep thrust, and that famous smile that shows you crave his treatment. A trademark of sorts, something that made you end on the front pages of popular porn websites more than once, the very same thing that caught König's attention months ago.

“Harder.” A command you instantly regret the moment his hips falter, his brow scrunched up in mild disbelief, yet what is the behemoth of a man if not a people pleaser? König lets out a muffled chuckle, his warm hand trailing up to your chest, lazily rubbing your sensitive, pierced nipple with his thumb.

“Harder?” He repeats, his hips moving at an agonizingly slow pace, a smirk pulling on the corners of his lips beneath the mask the moment a whiny moan of protest is dragged out of your lips.

“Fuck yourself with my dick.” You can hear your own heartbeat pulsating on your ear, the rate steadily rising at his command. His breath hitches the moment you impale yourself onto his throbbing cock right after his words, his calloused hand giving your tit one last squeeze before moving back down to your waist, his large fingers digging onto the crevice of your warm skin, admiring the thin layer of sweat covering your body, the way your ass jiggles every single time you move on his dick.

His eyes darken with desire, his hands almost itching with the growing need to fuck into you, something he manages to ignore for mere seconds before thrusting back into you the moment you pull away, a sharp gasp leaving your lips at the way his bulbous head hits your sensitive cervix over and over, his wide hips slamming against yours, filling the room with a lewd melody of skin slapping against skin and combined moans desperate for release.

König doesn't hold back, his thrusts deep and powerful as your fingers grip the bedsheets, trying to find a way to release the overwhelming sensations. He can feel your body trembling beneath him, the sound of your whiny whimpers only serving to heighten his own arousal, shooting one of the cameras a look that drips pure arrogance— his movements becoming more urgent and demanding.

One of the screens displays the way your eyes roll back in ecstasy as your walls tighten around his thick cock, a sense of satisfaction and pride filling him as you cum, only then allowing himself to succumb to his release, his cock throbbing inside you as ropes of hot white cum shoot right into your womb, a loud groan leaving his lips.

Despite how rough he likes to fuck, König pulls out of you, his softening cock coated with your slick and his own cum as your body falls on the bed, utterly exhausted. You can feel his large arms wrapping around you from behind, the sound of fabric rustling filling your ears as you feel his warm lips press a soft kiss to your temple, whispers of praise that have never come out of his lips slip out with so much easiness that it almost surprises him.

[connorsui]

mdni - 18+

meh meh meh meh bored and imagining any of the cod men overstimulating your pussy

"You have the sweetest cunt, luv" he groans in between your thighs, bringing his hand down to spank at your wet folds. You arch your back in response to the stinging pleasure, your toes curling as your body trembles.

The slaps against your pussy caused droplets of your juices to land on his face, prompting him to deliver a few more blows while simultaneously driving both of his fingers right inside.

It was all too much - the pain mixed with pleasure, his tongue lapping up your juices as he continued to scissor and stimulate you from within.

How could he expect you to stay still and be quiet?

when he was pushing you towards yet another earth-shattering orgasm?

"You think you can give me another?," he says with his mouth full, but you understand his request. Subconsciously, you push your hips back onto his face, eager to fulfill his desire.

— biting your lip to stifle a cry he redoubles his efforts, his tongue swirling around your swollen clit.

The pressure building rapidly as your muscles clench around his probing fingers. And just when you think you can't take anymore, he sucks hard on your sensitive bud. The dam breaks and you come undone, waves of pleasure crashing over you.

He doesn't relent, drawing out your juices until you're a quivering mess. Only then does he slowly withdraw his fingers, placing a tender kiss on your inner thigh, he says-

"That's my good girl,"

[meowpupp]

an//: this is self indulgent, reader has snakebites + labret w spikes :)

simon riley who’s obsessed with your lip piercings. he can’t help himself, the way they frame your plump lips, the slight gleam that constantly draws his eyes, the spiked jewellery that make you seem almost dangerous.

it’s addicting, the slight sting from the spikes of your snakebites, the taste of the metal in your mouth. he loves the way you squeak when he tugs on one, or how they feel when he brushes his thumb across them.

it’s even better when he’s fucking your throat. each thrust of his hips is met with the little spike from your labret dragging along his shaft. it trails the thick vein that runs on the underside of his dick. he can’t help himself but groan, the mix of pleasure and pain is addicting.

and paired with your pretty face? he can’t help but give his good girl her favourite reward. you deserve it after all, for

“bein so fuckin pretty”

[waningdials]

ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!! WOOO

ANYWAY

PRICE PUSSY PLEASER!!!!

he eats you out like a man STARVED, keeping his head between your thighs for HOURS - purely for his pleasure

he loves licking into your hole, tasting the sweetness on his tongue :( he just laps at you, desperate for you to gush into his mouth and give him more of what he wants

he leaves your pretty clit so neglected until you start whining and tearing up, then finally gives you some solace and wraps his lips around the little bud, sucking and kissing like his life depends on it

he overstimulates you like crazy, he can’t get enough of it

when he finally pulls his head up his facial hair is covered in your juices :( he doesn’t care and just kisses you, making you taste yourself on his tongue

[orbitganymede]

baby daddy simon who dated you for a year before you got pregnant, you’d gone through most of the pregnancy alone, him being deployed 3 weeks after you found out and gone until the very last month of it. the both of you had tried at keeping the relationship together, but the distance and loneliness got to you, you’d been fine when it was just you but now with baby, you can’t let the father go in and out of their life. he wasn’t very happy with the decision to end your relationship, in his mind you were together forever now, tied together by this beautiful thing you two created, he didn’t even want children before you told him you were expecting but his whole world view changed when he realized that he not only had you to protect but a baby as well.

but you’d moved out against his wishes, finding a small flat you like and making it home for you and baby. he would come over sometimes, when he could, and spend some time with baby but honestly he felt more like some glorified uncle, would be convinced he was nothing to this child until he saw those brown eyes staring back at him, the ones that are so completely his, and he comes to the conclusion that this isn’t gonna work.

he starts small, coming over once a week instead of every other weekend, takes the two of you out for dinner instead of letting you cook or ordering in. stays late enough that you offer him the spare bed in the guest room, even with the distance you’ve put between yourselves, you can’t help but care for him, knowing nobody else will.

then he puts more pressure on you, making sure you see just how valuable he is, taking night shift feedings and waking up early with baby when they’re fussy. he offers to take baby for the night so you can go out with your friends, do things you haven’t been able to since baby’s arrival, even pays for a spa day for you to really relax. he stocks your fridge, full of the snacks you love and a bottle of wine for the hard nights. he buys and sets up new decor in the house, finally gets you the pretty white vanity and a new washing machine that doesn’t squeak. he really just does what he considers ‘husband duties’, things that he should have been doing this whole time.

and when you don’t budge on the separation, he goes nuclear, “no, love, i haven’t seen your birth control pills”, “look how cute this baby is, remember when ours was that small, sweetheart”, “you’re so stressed darling, let me help you” which basically means you end up getting rawdogged within an inch of your life, condom long forgotten, one of simons hands held over your mouth to muffle the sounds you’re making. he just hopes he’d tracked your cycle right, that you’re actually ovulating, because you can’t possible refuse his ring after having two of his babies right? you wouldn’t do that to him, would you pet?

[psychotic4ghost]

Strength Together A Story By Psychotic4Ghost

Ghost photos creds @ave661

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Dr. Ophelia Burns is the top of her class, graduated with full marks quicker than any doctor before her. The first female doctor in her family, she is recruited by Captain John Price to be his teams personal doctor after suffering the loss of one of their own. Learning the ropes of the team, she slowly becomes one of them, getting closer and closer with one in particular until Makarov's goons catch wind of her, making it their duty to capture and kill her.

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" “Can’t kill what’s already classified as dead.” He chuckled, something she was becoming accustomed to hearing. It was always a deep and rumbly chuckle but it felt like a nice cup of steamy black tea to her."

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