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theartofshades · 1 year ago

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360 (nsfw, mdni)

OR: Kö making you ride him till ur overstimulated & crying

Königs hands grip the fat of your hips, sliding your small body up and down on his cock. His forearms flex lightly under your weight, his head thrown back to look at you through lidded eyes.

Your legs are shaking around him, but he relentlessly slams you down onto his cock nonetheless, your spongy walls around him driving him crazy.

What had started with you confidently riding König turned into him fully supporting your weight as he fucked you onto his dick, enjoying each time his hips collided with your ass, watching purple bruises bloom under his harsh grip on your hips.

The tip of his dick brushes your cervix for the millionth time tonight, and you can feel your cunt stinging as he brings you to your fifth orgasm. You arch your back with a whine, Königs name leaving your mouth imbedded in a series of curses.

He slaps your puffy cunt gently, admiring the way your pearl-white cum slides down & all around his cock, smearing down in between your inner thighs and his stomach.

He lets you lean your head against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside of you. Your chest heaves against him.

"N' more, Köni, 'm so tired,"

"Sh," He cooes, stroking your hair, brushing away the strands that have stuck to your forehead with sweat.

"You got one more for me, ja?" His husky voice sends chills down your spine, his hot breathe directly on your ear.

You whine into him, your cunt pulsing around his eager cock.

He guides you back up, sitting you straight up on his dick, rubbing the hot tears off of your red puffy cheeks.

If it weren't for his meaty hands holding you up you would surely fall.

He groans at the sight of you, his girl- with the outline of his dick in your small core, the way tears are trailing down your neck, causing old hickeys to glisten-

god, it was your fault for being so fuckable, your fault for taking his cock so good, making those pretty little sounds from the back of your throat.

fuck, how can you expect him to stop?

König cums inside of you with a grunt, his hips staggering for a second.

Even your tits are getting tired of bouncing up and down on him, your nipples turned puffy from how much you're being stimulated.

"Fuck, jus like that, schatz-" He fucks you through his orgasm, using you like you're a fleshlight-

His cum drips down your thighs, your red pussy covered in it.

His thick austrian accent makes you almost believe the words that come out of his mouth.

"Jus one more, pretty."

A/N: 🫢🫢?? & I know damn well he'd tease you ab it too. Like laughing at how much u sleep in after & taking pics of the handprints on ur hips. GAWDDD BRO I WANNA SUCK HIS DICK SO BADGXHDH IM GONNA KILL MYSELF

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theartofshades · 2 years ago

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the 141 + konig and being pervy<3

18+ minors dni!! no age in bio? i will block you no hesitation :)

so like. this is just a random thing. don't hate me and just don't read it if it's not your thing. it's literally just price, konig, ghost, soap and gaz all being a lil bit pervy for you!!

this obvs has filthy dirty stuff bcus it's pervy, but i can' think of any other big warnings apart from in ghost's headcanon he basically blames you and it's all your fault he's feeling like this, so don't read if that makes you uncomfortable!!

Price:

Price is such a sweet pervert, a truly loving and devoted one. Honestly he doesn’t even think half of the perverted things he does are perverted, because in his mind you two are so in love it shouldn’t even matter right? He’ll wake up spooning you and feel the insistent hard on raging in his briefs, roll onto his back and look over at you sleeping soundly. The image of you so peaceful and so at ease next to him always makes his cock harden further, needing barely any encouragement-he can get hard just from you looking at him if we’re being honest. But then he’ll slide his hand over to grab yours, gently pulling it over to him and wrapping your fingers around his cock. He’ll curl his fingers around yours to manipulate the movements, jerking himself off with your hand as he watches you sleep, a mantra running through his head that you love me you love me you don’t mind me doing this because you love me it’s okay you would want me to to use your hand because we love each other- For Price,your marriage and the bond between you transcends everything else, so why would you mind him doing stuff like this?

He’ll jerk off around you so much, you’ll be sitting on the sofa with your laptop, working away or doing whatever you need to do and he’ll have been watching you out the corner of his eye all evening, enamoured by the curves he can see through your clothes, the outline of your underwear through the fabric. It’s so difficult to repress how he feels in times like this, so of course he doesn’t-you love him so why would he need to? He’ll settle down next to you and undo his zipper, tilt his head back to watch you and cup his dick, rub his hand over it as you shift in your position. It happens most days, you’ll be doing something innocent and Price will get so overwhelmed with how much he loves you and how lucky he is and he’ll have to relieve the ache, have to take himself in hand as he watches you go about your business. Often he’ll ‘borrow’ your hand in these situations as well, shushing your little complaints and muttering about how much you love each other.

Konig:

Konig is a desperate pervert. Everything he does, it’s just because he can’t help it. You understand, right? You understand he can’t help it when he wakes up and has to hump the soft swell of your ass. And of course you understand as he apologises and whines into your neck, spilling his seed all over your lower back before you’re even awake. You have to understand he can’t help it, there’s no way he can stop himself. All those times you’ve done the laundry and sorted out your clothes, picked up a tight fitting shirt you wore a few days ago that now has a stain on the side of it, evidently a couple of days old. The underwear you go to throw in the washing machine that is still wet with his cum, though you remember for certain you two didn’t fuck while you were wearing that pair.

But most of all? How was he meant to help himself when he was left at home by himself, all alone in your bed cocooned in sheets that smell like you? It’s NOT his fault that you came home to find him face down on the bed, your pillow between his legs and your underwear shoved against his nose. He just needed it so bad, so fucking bad, his cock was aching so bad and you weren’t there and he already came this morning as he humped you, all your clothes that are usually in the laundry basket are in the wash now and he needed something so of course he had to rut into your pillow, the one that smells most like you. It’s never enough though, he’ll make a mess of your pillow and listen to your soft sigh from the doorway, grind his hips into the wet patch and feel the tears drip down his face at the overstimulation. He’ll shakily apologise to you as he tries to stifle his sobs, telling you m’so sorry liebling m’so verdammt-sorry didn’t-didn’t mean to-just-you just left your-your scent all over-is all over this pillow ‘nd-bitte-bitte I-please can I-liebling let me do it again i beg you-need to-need to feel it again-my-m’cock is so heavy ‘nd so-so full ‘nd-you always milk me so good and-and make it feel better-always fuck the cum out of me-

Ghost:

Ghost is a punishing pervert. Nothing is his fault. It’s yours, of course. You seriously expect him to not get hard when you're lying there in such a tempting way, when you’ve worn those clothes specifically to tease him and make him hard? When you’ve pulled out everything in your arsenal to rile him up even further, is he really to blame for losing control? He asks you not to, tells you he can’t be expected to keep to himself all the time if you’re going to behave like that around him, just waiting for him to snap. And of course, how dare you lie there, fast asleep in bed, wearing those tantalising clothes, your pyjamas, right next to him? I mean come on-he’s only human, if you didn’t want him to kneel on the bed and jerk off over your sleeping form then you shouldn't have worn those sleep clothes! A shirt and some loose shorts? It would have been a miracle if he resisted, so of course it’s your fault.

He’ll be sweet afterwards, he’ll fist his hand around his cock and hiss at you for teasing him all fucking day (you just went about your daily life tbh), he’ll shoot ropes of come over your exposed legs and then he’ll try and catch his breath, grabbing a washcloth to wipe you down with as he whispers how good you were, working him up and letting him use you like that. Just like all the other times, just like when he’s in the shower and gets distracted by the shampoo you’ve left there, so obviously waiting just for him because you know how worked up he gets from the scent he always smells on you. Always your fucking fault, tempting him into these situations and making him jerk off then and there, coming over the bottle and sighing because it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t teased him like that. He wouldn’t do things like this, he wouldn’t use his thumb to push some of his spend around the lid of your shampoo or body wash or whatever he’s fixated on today. He wouldn’t, but you bring it out of him.

Soap:

Soap is a mischievous pervert. It’s almost as though he’s seeing what he can get away with, but you know him better than that-he really just can’t stop himself, honestly. It’s just in his nature. Basically, he has no shame. That’s the main thing. Seems to Soap that it’s really everyone else's problem if you’re in town, in public, and he needs you. Neither of you are to blame when he comes up behind you and shamelessly grinds his cock into your ass, he should be allowed to do this whenever he needs to right? He fails to understand the problem half the time, watching you confusedly when you give him a stern look as he tries to put his hand down your pants as you choose which ingredients to get for dinner tonight. He looks like a kicked puppy, eyes downcast and movements all sluggish until you give in and pull him into an alley or shove him into the backseat of the car, and then he’s relentlessly taking you for his pleasure, irritated that he couldn’t do this in public for whatever reason? Either way, he’s sure as shit gonna make up for it now.

His main, or more perverted, action is probably the amount of times he comes in your underwear though. While you’re wearing them. You’d be able to buy Amazon if you had a quid for every time Soap has told you how needy he was feeling, how he’s all like that again, it’s so achy and it hurts and won’t you help him this time? Just this once? Won’t you let him pull down the front of your panties and jerk himself off until he spills his seed into them? And of course, it’s the most natural thing in the world to pull them back up afterwards and ask you pretty please go on with your day like that? At the end of the day, he’ll pull you close and tell you he’s gotta take a peek, he can’t go on like this any longer, and he’ll pull your panties down to see what his mess looks like now, if it’s still coating your pussy just the way he wants it to. Usually, Soap will end up saying it doesn’t matter either way, he has another load for you, sweetheart, so he’s just gonna take himself in hand once more and then you can go about your day again.

Gaz:

Gaz is an innocent pervert. He doesn’t even know half the stuff he’s doing is in any way perverted. For him, it primarily manifests in an oral fixation. If you’re standing by the counter at home you only have to wait twenty seconds at most before you feel his presence behind you, and then his lips pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck, sucking and slobbering over your skin, getting more desperate and messy the longer he spends there. One of the first few times you were around people after you were together you leaned over him for something and your neck was in front of his face, so naturally he ducked his head and started lapping at your pulsepoint, before you admonished him and told him that was for in private and not around his teammates-he looked very sad and forlorn at being denied you just then. Gaz gnaws at his lips and bites the inside of his cheek when he’s with you but around other people now, because he knows if it doesn’t occupy his mouth he won’t be able to resist latching into some part of you.

Often (five or six days of the week) you’ll wake up and find his sucking at your tits, needing his mouth on them no matter if you were still sleeping or not. He’ll stare up at you with wide eyes, hands pressing up into your back to try and shove your tits further into his mouth, desperate to lick and suck at as much as he can. Sometimes he’ll talk to you in the mornings before he gets distracted and stops halfway through a sentence, having to lean down and suck at your nipples to satisfy himself. When people are near you two, it’s a safe bet that after a short while Gaz will be whispering in your ear, telling you he needs another taste he’s gone so long-it’s already been so long (2 hours) without being able to taste any part of you! He just needs to mouth at your neck or suck on your fingers (preferably after they’ve been inside you) for a few minutes. A common occurrence is him jerking himself off and trying not to disturb you, before needing something, and sucking your fingers into his mouth as his eyes roll back and he comes with long, low moans.

comments/reblogs always appreciated since they spread my work and i can keep writing these!!! asks are always veryyyyy much appreciated too because i fucking LOVE hearing what y'all think!!!

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