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#pls the third gif is so cute 😭😭 #azzi fudd #paige bueckers

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i read somewhere that vikings used to gift new brides kittens and immediately thought of viking!simon and a little kitten

big man with small animal? absolutely yes i’m ovulating

c/w: none

you cannot and will not tell me that he will not pick the scrunkliest kitten known to man. little black scruffy thing tucked into his palms and he just puts it in your lap the day after your wedding. mumbles something about tradition before skulking off

he expects you to dump the thing on someone else, not even give little scruff a name. but to his surprise you’re absolutely in love with this little ball of fur. you don’t go anywhere without it, fashioning a little collar for it and speaking to it as if it were your own child

he doesn’t expect you to be in tears when you tell him that the cat didn’t come home last night :( that you’re worried a wolf got to it and you just miss your baby!

huffs and puffs as he hunts around the dark forest, looking for a kitten who may as well be invisible. breathes a sigh of relief when he finds the thing handing on a tree branch. he’d grab it by the scruff before beginning his trek back home,

“ya gave your mum a right scare. don’t do that again.” he’d grunt to the cat who just meows right back at him, tail swishing in the air

#AHHH SO CUTEEE #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #viking!simon

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lord have mercy

I love your viking!simon so much 😻😻😻😻😻

How about his dear wife trying to please her husband by making simon let her ride him instead.

Convince him to sit back and enjoy the show after such a tiring day :3

Wife tries her best to please him but her stamina doesn’t match his. He has to help her out of course!

But our dear simon appreciates the thought anyway :33

🫶🏻

yes

c/w: smut, nothing too crazy just simon letting his pretty wife ride him

just imagine simon who normally just comes back from a long day of training. simon who normally just grabs you and puts you onto your knees, fucking you until his balls are empty and then letting you lay on his chest

until one day you grab his wrists before he can grab you, he’d look at you with a furrowed brow but doesn’t say a word and lets you guide him into bed. sat up against the pillows as you climb into his lap, still as timid as ever

he’d be so amused watching his lovely shy wife attempt to ride him, hands gripping his broad shoulders and bouncing on his cock. soft moans leaving your lips and nails digging into his skin but he doesn’t mind. you could never hurt him anyway

lets you have your fun until your thighs start to ache and you’re whining when he tells you to carry on, that he still wants more from you

“whiny little thing, aren’t you, pet?” he’d say before shifting his position, planting his feet on the mattress and gripping your ass tightly. he’d buck his hips up into you, making you squeal and fall against his chest, letting him use you until he’s satisfied

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #viking!simon #call of duty

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Reader offering her body to viking!simon as an appreciation present for protecting her xx

yes yes absolutely yes everything about this is beautiful

c/w: pillaging, death, murder, blood, loss of virginity, p-in-v sex, you and simon have no game, simon is a blunt dickhead

perhaps the village gets raided in the middle of the night :( rival clan tearing through your lovely town and pillaging it. your husband is immediately storming out of bed, throwing on his armor and grabbing his axe. he’s silent when he picks you up, slings you over his shoulder and throws you into the wardrobe,

“stay.” he commands and you respond with a quick nod of your head, looking up at him with frightened eyes until he slams the doors closed

you’re there for a good hour until you hear movement in your home. you think for a moment it might be simon but you soon hear the sounds of wood splintering and crashing as this invader trashes your home

you keep a hand over your mouth, praying whoever this is decides not to check your hiding place. that was wishful thinking, you realise once the wardrobe door is ripped open and you’re met with the cold eyes of a rival warrior who wastes no time snatching you up and throwing you to the ground, desperate screams immediately leaving your throat

you pray that someone hears you but you’re not hopeful when all you can hear through the closed windows is the muffled sounds of screams, cries and burning buildings

you pick up whatever your trembling hands can reach and throw them at the warrior as you crawl back. but everything just seems to be bouncing off of him, causing no damage whatsoever

you close your eyes when you watch him raise his weapon, ready to bring it down on you. tears slip down your cheeks and you flinch, preparing for your short lived life to be over in such a brutal manner

but no such blow comes, instead you just hear the sounds of gargling. when you open your eyes, you see the soldier on his knees in front of you, your husbands axe hanging from the side of his neck as he chokes to death on his own blood

simon is stood above him, chest heaving and rage clouding his vision as he pulls the axe out, swinging it into the man’s neck one more time for good measure

he looks at you, the storm disappearing from his expression once he sees you trembling on the floor below him, frightened out of your mind. with one arm, he effortlessly scoops you up, holding you against him. with his other hand he retrieves his axe from the corpse at his feet

he carries you out of your destroyed home, not saying a word when you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and sniffle

“thank you…” you mumble, the delicate brush of your lips tickling his skin, filling him with a warm feeling that he’ll deny ever existed

he grunts in response, hoisting you up when you start to slip in his grip. he doesn’t speak much, is the first thing you figured out about him on your wedding night

you shield your eyes from the bloodshed and horror that now bestows your village, people of your clan lay dead in the once safe streets. simon says nothing as he carries you away from it all,

“is it over?” you ask, taking your face from his neck to look at him. he gives you a firm nod of his head. you don’t say anything about the dried blood he’s coated in, nor the fact that you can feel it staining your nightgown

after a while he carries you to a secluded part of the village, with survivors gathered around and setting up tents. being the second-in-command to the chief was clearly a perk as you and simon had been set up in a small, cozy cabin

“draw me a bath.” his rough voice cuts through the silence, shrugging off his armor and stripping down until he was bare in front of you. it never failed to bring a blush to your cheeks whenever he causally exposed his naked body to you

he hadn’t bedded you once since you had been married, you had shared once chaste kiss at your wedding ceremony and since then he had barely touched you. he didn’t seem particularly interested in having you perform traditional wifely duties, he never rejected it when you offered to bathe him after a long day or when you had dinner presented on the table for him

you both just kind of exist around each other. it hadn’t really dawned on you that he’s never even called you by your name, only speaking to you in blunt sentences

“oi. did you hear me?” he says, stopping to turn to you when he realised you hadn’t moved from your spot. you shake yourself from your thoughts and nod your head, scrambling over to the fire to begin boiling the water for his bath

he carries the heavy pots of boiling water for you, snatching them from your hands when he sees you nearly burn yourself. once his bath was finished, he climbed into the steaming water

you watch him from the bed, chewing on your lip and playing with your fingers as he scrubs his skin with the soap. his back is to you as your map out the scars littering the rippled muscle

you feel indebted to him. whilst he wasn’t the nicest man, he certainly wasn’t the cruelest. he was good to you in a strange way. he never forced himself on you, even on your wedding night. he had never uttered words with intent to hurt your feelings

you stand from your place on the bed and nervously stumble over to the tub, kneeling beside him. he doesn’t look at you when you take a cloth and begin cleaning his back

he lets his hands fall into the water, leaning forward ever so slightly. you notice how his eyes fall shut. he’s probably exhausted, you think to yourself

“would you like me to brush your hair, husband? I… I can-“ you question, looking at him as you run the soap through his hair and making an effort to detangle the mop on his head

“do what you want.” he grunts, shrugging his broad shoulders and dropping them down with enough weight to make the water splash

you nod your head even though he can’t see you. after a few minutes of, quite frankly, uncomfortable silence, you place the soap down as a silent signal that you were finished

he stands to all his glory, 6’4 with water dripping down from his hair all the way down his thigh defined thighs and back into the water. you immediately avert your eyes when you drag your eyes down to his cock, hanging heavy between his legs and pass him a towel

you gather a comb and place a pillow on the floor between your legs. still not bothering to get dressed, he just drops his tired body down leaving you no option but to spread your legs to accommodate his large frame

you spend a good 30 minutes trying to get the comb through his shaggy dirty blond hair but you eventually manage to tame it into a clean and detangled state. you use a tie from your wrist to tie it up into a messy bun so it will stay out of his face

“I-I’m finished…” you say, placing your hands on your lap to prevent yourself from reaching out and tracing the tattoos on his shoulder blades. as you expected, he just gives you a grunt, his way of saying thank you

you stand from the bed, watching as he moves around the room with his back to you

“simon?” you call out with hesitation, “would you… would you like to come to bed… with me?”

he turns to look at you, his brow furrowed with confusion, “I am… I’ll be there in a minute.”

you shake your head, taking your hand up to untie the front of your nightgown, “no… I mean… would you like to be intimate with me?”

you’re certain that your face must be bright red with embarrassment, but you power through as you slip your gown off. you’re stood naked in front of him, shifting on your feet as he stares you down with an unreadable expression

he shifts his whole body to you now, folding his arms over his chest as he looks you up and down

“say something, please.” you squeak out, your hands coming up to poorly cover your breasts. he lets out a small laugh in response and you think you’ve completely humiliated yourself

“you want me to fuck you?” he asks bluntly, taking one hand down to lightly fondle his flaccid cock. you nod your head eagerly, biting your lip

“you ever done tha’ before?” he smirks, cocking his head to the side. he’s quite enjoying this newfound confidence, if you can even call it that. you shake your head, fiddling with your fingers

“it’s gonna hurt.” he warns, raising his eyebrows and scanning your face for any form of hesitation

“will it feel good eventually?” you ask, a small glimmer of hope spreading in your eyes when you realise he’s actually considering your request. you expected him to shoot you down with a laugh

“maybe.” he shrugs, “you still want me to fuck you, little one?”

his hand is wrapped firmly around his cock now, stroking it until it was fully erect. you can’t take your eyes off it, not even to see the cocky smirk across his face

“yes.” you whisper out, “please.”

he cocks his head to the side, “get on the bed. spread your legs.”

you crawl onto the bed, laying on your back and folding your hands across your stomach. you chew on your lip, your eyes trained on the ceiling. you can’t bear to look at him as you spread your legs, giving him a clear view of your most intimate area

“want me to lick your cunt first?”

his words make your pussy ache. his blunt tone would be horrifying on anyone else but you know him now. it’s just who he is. it’s so amazingly him. the question is followed by the sound of spitting and the slick sounds of him stroking his cock

“I- yes- I just- I’m not sure i’ll like it.” you admit, sheepishly. you glance down when you feel the bed shift and his big hands wrap around your thighs. you see him knelt between your legs, lips inches away from your aching pussy

he grunts, and with no warning, he closes the gap and runs his tongue from your opening then all the way up to your clit. he wraps his lips around the bud, giving a harsh suck

you throw your head back, letting out a stuttered moan. your hands shift from their place to his hair, tugging on it and loosening a few strands which fall around his face

he spends a good bit of time trialling things out, learning what you like based on how much you yanked at his hair or bucked your hips

he slips a finger in your entrance once he’s sure you’re wet enough, groaning at the way your legs slam around his head. the feeling of your thighs clenching around his face makes his cock twitch against the mattress

your cunt takes his fingers greedily, sucking around his thick digits when he slips another one in. your hips buck up at his mouth when he flicks his tongue around your clit

you feel a tightening in your stomach after a fuck minutes of his fingers fucking in and out of you, scissoring them to stretch you wider for him. he waits until he can feel you right on edge and he hears your moans pick up to pull his fingers out

you let out a whine at the lack of contact, handing right on edge of your ruined orgasm

“quite yer whinin’. you can cum around my cock instead.” he groans, pumping his cock a few times before lining it up with your weeping pussy

he places one hand on the underside of your thigh and pushes it up as he pushes in slowly. you let out a gasp and grip his forearm, nails digging into his skin. he doesn’t stop, only slows his pace

“nearly there…” he groans just before he bottoms out, his pubic bone pressed against your clit. he grinds his hips slowly to help you adjust to the feeling of being stuffed full

“do that again…” you whine out, arching your back for him. he grinds his hips a few more times, waiting until there’s no resistance from you before actually beginning to fuck his cock in and out of you

you slam your hand over your mouth when you feel the tip of his cock brush against this spongy spot inside of your cunt

he shifts his position, moving so he’s kneeling on the bed. he wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you so your ass rests on his thighs

he wraps a hand around his cock, gliding the tip through your folds one time before slipping back inside you. he uses his grip on your hips as leverage to fuck into you faster than before

the room is filled with a mixture of your moans and his grunts along with the sound of his balls slapping your ass

your hands move to rest on his shoulders to keep you straight as he rams his cock into your cunt. that familiar tight feeling creeps up on you soon again. you tap his shoulder lightly

“si- simon… ‘m gonna- fuck-“ you cry out, throwing your head back against the pillows

“me too, little one. come on… cum around your husbands cock…” he grunts, leaning forward to put you in a mating press. his permission was all you needed to let go, your cunt pulsing around his cock erratically

he gives you a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling his cock and out, desperately jerking it a few times before he paints his load all over your tummy. he rubs the tip against your clit to milk your orgasm, the final remnants of his cum dribbling out onto your pussy

he doesn’t enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm very long before he’s standing up and grabbing a cloth to clean you both up. he blows out the candles that light up your bedroom before wrapping you both up in blankets and furs

he lays on his back, tucking you under his arm so you can rest your head on his shoulder. you lay away from him, wrapping your arms around his bicep and pressing your face into the muscle

in tune with his usual character, he doesn’t say a word to you but this is progress, you think. a soft smile gracing your lips as you drift off into a peaceful slumber

#wow um i have no words #in a good way #mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley

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viking!simon and his wife’s water breaking on the night of a raid. he’s trying to escort you to a hiding place when you suddenly stop, eyes wide and the sound of splashing hitting the floor

the panic and fear is written across your face and he doesn’t even need to ask, scooping you up into his arms and taking you away from the burning village. you’re babbling in his ear about how it’s too soon, you aren’t due for another week, how simon has to leave to go and defend the village

he stays silent the whole time, only shushing you when you make these silly suggestions about leaving your side during this crisis. there’s a whole clan of soldiers back there who have trained their whole lives for this. his duty is here, with you

he’d hole you up in some abandoned cabin, the sounds of warfare and screams echoing in the background as he stays with you to deliver your first child into the world :(

#mw2 #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley

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older bf simon the type to ask, “how do you want me, love?” when you two finally fuck :’(

he’s so careful and gentle, leashing his own desires because there is a certain satisfaction in having you tip into your orgasm first before he reaches his own. it’s so dizzying, having you order him around and him giving you what you asked but twice the intensity, twice the pleasure. he has you crying in his arms, your words warbled with your gasps, and he holds you throughout because—“like this, sweetheart? is this what you wanted?”

you sob your yesses and your i love yous and your i need mores, and simon gives and gives because god you’re just too precious

#*RABID BARKING* #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley

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Broke: having König instead of Gaz in the 141

Woke: König and Gaz are both there and become besties

#LMFAO YES #fanart #call of duty #könig #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2

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#lol i WISH #i get abuse and trauma instead 🧚🏾‍♀️ #funny

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making the mistake of asking pervy!könig to help you apply your sunscreen at the beach. he’d be stupid not to take advantage of the opportunity to finally get to explore your soft body with his calloused, greedy hands in a way that you won’t scold him for.

you’re all relaxed and warmed from the sun, laying on your tummy right when you hand him the bottle, not thinking anything of it when he instantly comes to hover over your thighs, his clothed, half-hard cock inches away from your skimpily covered ass. it starts off innocently enough, and you melt into the feeling of his warm hands massaging the cold heat protectant into your back… but he can’t control himself for long. his cock leaks and aches painfully at the sound of your quiet, content noises as his hands venture upwards, convinced you have to be teasing him. you’re so velvety soft and plush in his hands, and he nearly cums kneading where your breasts spill out of your tiny bikini from being pressed to the ground, his pinky accidentally flicking your sensitive nipple, making you gasp.

don’t worry if his hands linger a little too long at the dough of your ass, his thick thumbs not so subtly spreading you open and exposing your glossy wet pussy to his perverted eyes — he just doesn’t want you to burn. gotta make sure he gets everywhere, right, maus?

#um yes #spf 50 pls #konig cod #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig x you #konig x y/n #konig smut #cod smut #könig x reader #könig cod #call of duty x you

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just thinking about how big simon riley is.

like him fucking you in missionary; the way his shoulders completely block your field of vision and his large hand planted right by your ear dwarfs your own by the masses. his meaty, veiny arm leading up to his panting chest, usually pressed fully against your own as it gets him so worked up to feel your tummy and tits, hard nipples and soft skin grazing his calloused build. the big man comes with big scars!!

speaking of scars, he gets so fucking weak in the knees and heart when you pay attention to his various marks scattered on him. he never tells you the full stories—rarely even a spec of the truth, most often—but he still gets a little flustered when you kiss them better.

simon can usually hold it together, but sometimes (all the time) he gets sooo hard and blushy when you touch and squeeze his biceps and feel up his abs. call him your strong and impressive man and he’ll have you on your hands and knees in the matter of seconds, shoving his dick in you from behind to cover up how pink his cheeks turned.

he loves coming up behind you in the bathroom while you’re getting ready, putting on your pretty lipgloss or adjusting the bow in your hair while he watches through the mirror like a quiet, curious dog.

seeing how the width of your shoulders only reach his pecs when you’re centered at his front, and christ, the height difference.

placing his large palms on your hips, one up them maneuvering to flatten out on your tummy and pull you further into him. he wraps his arms around your entire frame for the tightest bear hug ever.

call him cliché, but he has such an evil habit of comparing your hand sizes. it turns him on and makes you giggle, each and every time.

the one time you asked him to slip his arm around your waist and head in the crook of your collar for a mirror picture had resulted in your neck being sandwiched between his bicep and forearm, and long lasting marks on your hips from where they hit the counter repeatedly as he fucked you hard in a chokehold.

you just get him so riled up! but it’s okay, because he kissed your temple a lot throughout and afterwards apologized with cuddles for ruining your nice outfit and makeup <3

#UGHHHH I NEED HIM #cod mw #simon riley #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut

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༘⋆ abby masterlist 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ tlou masterlist ˎˊ˗

Sleepy sex with Abby where she’s too tired to keep going but she’s determined to make you come.

Maybe she’s finally home after a long patrol assignment, or maybe she just had a late session at the gym. The reason doesn’t matter – Abby missed you and she wants to convey that message the best way she knows how.

She’s too out of it to string together her usual drill of dirty talk. All she can do is moan and grunt into your pussy like she’s drunk off your taste. Her eyes slip shut and the tip of her nose drags over your clit when she drifts off, cheek pressing against your thigh before she startles awake and flattens her tongue over your cunt again.

“mmph,” she digs her fingers into your hips, holding you still to compensate for her faltering pace.

You squirm in her grip to chase that fleeting feeling on your own, but Abby’s hold doesn’t let up. She blinks away the sleepy weight on her features and doubles her efforts, circling her tongue over your clit with an eager pressure that quickly rekindles the heat simmering in your chest.

Your legs tense from the sudden stimulation, but Abby’s hands shift to grab under your knees before you can push her away.

“Stay still sweetheart,” she rasps, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses over the insides of your thighs. “M’not done with you yet.”

#HOT #abby anderson #the last of us #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson drabble #the last of us x reader

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when you’re in a yearning competition and your opponent is carmen berzatto:

i just know that if any of my colleagues looked at each other at work the way sydney and carmy look at each other, they would be the water cooler gossip and victims of all workplace banter for MONTHS i mean -

are you for real??

at WORK???

HR VIOLATION.

#sydcarmy #the bear #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu

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all i do i think about mean!abby i need her </3 her strap game would be toooo good

nsfw!

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ mean!abby…omg i’m literally drooling thinking about how she’d make you ride her thigh and then teases you for leaving a wet spot. “you’re always making such a fucking mess, now i have to clean it up. no, don’t stop now. don’t stop until i tell you to.”

her strap game is impeccable by the way. she’ll sit you on her lap, slip it in nice and easy. watching your eyes roll back while you go brain dead on her cock. then she’ll stop thrusting and force you to ride her until your legs grow tired and numb. and when you’re begging her to help you reach your peak, she just crosses her arms. doesn’t even look at you! pulls out her phone and starts scrolling. “if you’ve got the energy to whine and beg in my ear then you’ve got the energy to finish yourself off.”

and this lasts like…two minutes because you’re literally struggling to move. she’s stretching your pussy open wide, cock covered in your slick juices. (and probably a mixture of your spit because she likes to watch you gag on her before she fucks you. you have to earn that prize.)

you can’t do it anymore. you’re shaking all over. so she groans, rolls her eyes, sets her phone down and grabs your chin. “you’re so fucking weak, can’t do anything yourself, huh?” and she doesn’t let you respond with a frantic “i’m sorry-“ before grabbing your hips and thrusting up into you. hands squeezing at your sides so roughly you’re sure she’ll leave bruises. pace unforgiving. she’s fucking relentless. she’s fucking you into next week.

and even after you come all over her and drip down her legs and your thighs, she doesn’t stop thrusting. she’s not going to stop thrusting until you come again and again and again. (that’s what you get for being so weak.)

plus, she loves how you sound when you’re overstimulated. <3

#WOW #abby anderson #abby anderson fanfic

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[Okay but virgin König that somehow knows exactly how to please you and have you cumming on his huge cock (or his mouth ) in under 15 min… ]

“Fuck!— fuck!” You screamed, gripping the bedsheets in front of you. You’d been on the edge for a few minutes now, thanks to your boyfriend König. For someone who claimed to be a virgin, he knew how to have you calling out his name and cursing like a mantra. He swore he had never been with another person, but god it felt like he already knew every sweet spot you had.

“Is it— it good, Liebe?” He asked, as if he couldn’t tell. His harsh pace slamming into your rear did not let up, and you could hardly answer his question.

“Fuck— yes, god! Please, Don’t stop!”

He heard you. He revelled in how you usually praised him, telling him he’s a good boy that fucks you so well and how he’s making you feel so so good. Constantly.

You could feel yourself teetering over the edge, as well as the fact you could feel your boyfriend’s curious eyes burning a hold through the back of your head, watching for any and every reaction.

“Fuck! König— fuck! Im gonna cum— oh god, oh fuck!! Oh my god!”

“Not— not yet, Liebling…please..” he asked.

Fuck.

What a sweetheart. Was he making you wait for him? He stopped for a second, using it to flip you onto your back so you were facing him. He looked a little shy — like he had something embarrassing to say.

“I want… I want to see you…” he said, through rough pants, as he began his brutal pace again. Your eyes were already rolling back in your head and your body was weak. You could only let out moans and begs, so you just nodded to König and let him use you like the fucktoy you are.

Not long later you could tell he was about to cum as his pace was getting sloppier and his breathing was getting heavier. He was letting out small whimpers and moans too, his eyes focused on you the whole time. You were holding yourself back so as to not cum too early. He asked you to wait, after-all.

“Fuck— Liebe— im… im gonna cum!” He said, his voice cracking.

Thank god.

You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you and it was driving you crazy. What sent you over the edge though, was König pressing his hand down on the bulge in your stomach. Right where his cock was. He didn’t slow down for a second, in fact, he fucked you rough into yours and his orgasm until you were a shaking mess on his bed and he was pinning you down with his muscular body, resting after such an intense fuck.

#i’m not okay #könig x y/n #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig x you #konig smut

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johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x fem!reader

cw: cunnilingus, fingering

18+ ✩ MINORS DNI

johnny is sooo into the ‘bored and uninterested’ thing. like you’re picking at your nail polish while his tongue is stuffed into your cunt. and you don’t give him any reaction.

not when his tongue is swirling your clit, or his lips attaching to the swollen little bud to suck. not when his thick fingers are knuckles deep inside of you and curling just right.

he only knows you’re enjoying it because you’re getting so fucking wet and there was a small twitch to your hips that involuntarily happened.

he loves working for it.

loves to see you fall apart at the very end because your orgasms are always so intense since you repressed all your feelings earlier.

cumming all over his fingers and mouth as he smirks against your cunt before dragging his lips up your tummy, and breast, all the way to your lips.

“knew you’d give me something eventually, bonnie.”

#i literally LOVE this #idk what it’s called like an ignoring kink or something? #but i literally saw this vid of a girl playing video games ignoring her bf while he ate her out and something was born in me #soap mactavish #soap x reader #johnny mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #soap x reader smut #cod smut #soap x female reader

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Gossamer wings

Transparent strings

Tomorrow greets yesterday

Like all the words on replay 

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2023

1. COMMIT TO THE BIT

2. PARTAKE IN THE DIVINE ACT OF CREATION

3. LET THE SOFT ANIMAL THAT IS YOUR BODY LOVE WHAT IT LOVES

#important #quotes