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New details have been cleared for publication about the murder of 14-year-old Binyamin Ahimeir in the Binyamin Region.
The first to reach the body were Brigadier General Hazi Nehama, who volunteered to search, and Eliyahu Libman, whose son is being held by Hamas.
The two were directed to the area of the body.
Libman recounted finding the body: "This was a particularly cruel murder. An IDF drone saw something unusual and sent us a waypoint. We were close to the area, so we went to search there and unfortunately found the body."
"It was quite close to where he had set out from. The site was extremely disturbing. His head had been smashed with a rock, and three meters away was a knife covered in blood and another rock. His phone was smashed nearby.
This was particularly cruel and horrifying."
This was the young 14-year-old Jewish boy who was out watching sheep when Palestinian terrorist brutally murdered him crushed his head with a large Rock.
He was found today.
We are all grieving deeply from this 😭
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I have never seen bigger dick energy in my entire life!! Holy fuck this woman is queen shit!!
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I don't share
Pairing: Possessive!König x Fem!Reader
Summary: König doesn't like sharing you, which is exactly why you had been married for almost ten years and none of his comrades knew about you. At least, not until he drunkenly spilled the beans and you showed up the next day with a box of cookies..
Warnings: Bondage! MDom! Doggy! CreamPie! OverStim! Oral(M2F)!
König was very secretive of his personal life on account of his social anxiety. He had been transfered to Task Force 141 for a while and had made pretty good friends with them, but of course, one night TF141 was making fun of him while drinking and in his own drunken haze he blurted out something that didn't go unnoticed,
"If you keep making fun of my wife, I'll kill you. Oh wait, that sounded like a joke; I will actually kill you."
He was very protective and possessive of you, which you didn't mind in the slightest. But he had accidently revealed that he had a wife, and everyone kept pestering him about it.
"I bet she's a strong lass aye? Big as an Ox! Only person that makes sense fer a mountain" Soaps slurred comment made him scoff as König kept sipping on his vodka, aggravated and embarrassed.
"What she do fer a living König? She a construction worker or somethin?"
König looked at Gaz with bewilderment. "A construction worker? where the hell did you get that? Gott.. Nein she's a baker."
Even Ghost was muttering how she probably had massive arms to carry 8 trays at once of protein bars. König kept to himself the rest of the night before returning home to you.
"Hi mein Liebe, I'm home." He pressed a kiss on your forehead, stripping off his tactical vest and mask then kicking off his boots.
"How was your night with the boys? Was it fun?"
He lied down on top of you, burying his face in your chest, crushing your small frame as he huffed annoyed.
"Kept making fun of you...Arschlöcher.. kept sayin you were a big burly lady.."
You snorted, running your fingers through his hair. You told him to ignore them because they didn't know what they were talking about, they were just trying to get a rise out of him.
He sighed, content in your arms as he fell into a drunken sleep on top of you, the crushing pressure more than welcomed.
The next day you decided to surprise König on base with a little gift. The guards of course did not believe that you were his wife so you pulled out the marriage certificate and your spouse ID card to shove it in their face. They were gob smacked as they discovered he had a wife and informed you he was currently at the cantina.
You were directed where to go, a box of chocolate chip cookies in had as you made your way there. Once inside, the place gradually got quiet as you made your way over to your husband giddy as his back faced you.
König was currently berating his friends about making fun of you again until he noticed that they weren't even paying attention, they were looking behind him.
He turned, and there you were, barely meeting his eye level while he was sitting, a box of cookies in hand adorned in a pleated pink skirt and a white tank top with a knit sweater and chunky white heels.
"Surprise! I brought you cookies Liebe!"
The horror that flooded his gaze was unmatched. He quickly wrapped around you to hide you from onlookers, glaring in their direction.
"Mein Liebe, what are you doing here? You are for my eyes only!"
You pouted into him, pushing off of his chest, "I wanted to surprise you," His eyes softened and he huffed, turning to glare at the men at the table who were still gaping in your direction.
"Thas your wife König? The lass is like half your size!" Soap stared on in horror, you could tell what he was thinking about so you hid in his shirt.
"Let's go." He stood, throwing you over his shoulder and flattening your skirt over your ass. Your face was red as you tried to keep the box from being crushed, and you just stared down, completely embarrassed.
"König put me down!" You kicked your legs, trying to fight him off, but he just smacked your ass and carried you out of the cantina, everyone completely silent.
"What the hell just happened." Ghost shrugged at Soaps comment and just kept eating silently.
König had carried you all the way to his quarters, gently placing you on the bed. The blood had rushed to your head so you were bright red.
He knelt, taking off your shoes and rubbing at your sore feet.
"Why did you think this was a good idea mein Liebe? Hmm?"
"I just wanted to bring you a treat.. I thought you'd like seeing me here.."
König sighed, kissing your shin before he looked up at you with his piercing gaze.
"Lamm, I can't keep my eyes off of you, which means neither can other men. I'm the only one that gets to look at you. Du bist mein."
You huffed and averted your gaze, cheeks a bright pink as you handed him a cookie.
"Still, you didn't have to make a scene.." He simply chuckled and stood.
"I know you like it when I toss you around Liebling, you cant fool me. I know you loved the attention."
He caged you in on the bed, prompting you to lie on your back, legs hanging off the edge. You pulled up his mask to reveal his mouth and pressed your lips to his. König groaned softly, slanting his lips against yours, intensifying the kiss.
You moaned and panted into his mouth, whimpering at the flavor of his tongue against yours. He ran a hand up your thigh, squeezing your soft skin in his calloused hands.
He pulled away to attack your neck, sucking and biting at the exposed skin
"K-König.. what if someone sees-!"
"Don't care.. they need to know who you belong to... Du bist mein..."
You squirmed underneath him, far too excited at the attention he was giving you, especially when he slipped a finger under your panties and rubbed at your sloppy folds.
"Scheiße.. du bist so wet for me Liebe.."
You watched with dazed eyes as he slid off the bed onto his knees, dragging you to the edge of the bed where he ripped off your underwear and started sucking on your clit. You immediately grabbed at the fabric of his mask and threw your head back, arching into his mouth as you moaned loudly.
König quickly sunk two fingers into your wet cunt, rubbing at your sensitive walls as he fucked you with his hand. You met his gaze and whimpered as he continued eating you out like a starved man. He moaned against your pussy as you came on his hands and face, plenty of slick being absorbed into the fabric hiding his face.
A soft whine escaped as he cleaned up your mess with his tongue, savoring every drop of your arousal. He stood, sucking his fingers clean as he stared down at your spent form lying limply on the bed.
"Braves Mädchen.."
You lied there, staring at him as you tried to grasp a single thought after that mind blowing orgasm, but you just blushed when you noticed his dick straining against his pants.
"What is it Liebling? You want more? Dirty little slag..."
Gnawing on your lip, you nodded, completely drunk on his attention. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and shucked from his pants immediately made you throb for him.
He bound your wrists with the belt, flipping you on your stomach so you were bent over the side of the bed. You had to stand on your toes, causing your legs to shake at the stretch.
"König.. Please.." He chuckled at your desperate plea as he forced your knees back onto the bed so your hips met his. He rubbed the head of his cock along your slick folds, teasing you by swiping over your clit.
You whined, burying your face further into the mattress as the friction of the blanket rubbed against your knees. König sunk the head of his cock into you, eliciting a pitiful moan as he stretched you wide, this fat cock stuffing into you inch by inch.
He groaned softly at the friction, praising you for taking him so well, "It's like you were made for me Mein Liebe, wrapped so fucking tight around me... Scheiße.."
He slowly pulled out then sunk back in, reveling in the feel of your gummy cunt wrapping tight around his meaty shaft. You whined, pressing against him to meet each thrust, tears staining the mattress as you took his cock.
König nearly growled every time you sucked him back in, head thrown back as he pulled your hips against his.
"I don't share Liebling.. You're all mine.. Only I get to see you.. get to fuck you... Scheiße.."
He moaned as you tightly squeezed around him, creaming on his dick. He watched as a ring of white collected at the base of his cock, stuffing it all the way in before spurting thick ropes of cum into your cunt.
He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking down your thighs as you whimpered at the empty feeling. He gently undid the belt around your wrists and pressed a kiss to your forehead through his mask.
"Stay there Liebling, Ill clean you up.."
König stepped away to get a washcloth soaked in warm water, gently cleaning off the arousal that had covered your legs and folds, placing a gently kiss on your ass and putting your underwear, socks and shoes back on for you.
"Now let's get you out of here, I don't need anyone else looking at my beauty.." you just nodded slowly and tried to rise on shaky legs. Clinging to his arm, he walked you back to your car, many onlookers staring in shock and utter horror.
He raised his mask above his nose and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before letting you leave. When you started the car, window still rolled down, he listened intently to the radio, realizing you were listening to his playlist.
Rein, Raus
Rein, Raus
Rein, Raus..
You flushed, turning down the radio and meekly met his gaze, "I like that song.. Reminds me of you.."
His piercing blue eyes told you all you needed to know. When he got home, you wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.
Because he was going to make sure you couldn't walk.
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what is it with comic books and putting men in the most slutty of poses
#you spread em Brucie#show off those thighs#BDE#this looks just like the famous boba fett cover tbh#bruce wayne#batman#dc#dc comics#comic books
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OBSESSED
#renee rapp#bd energy#bde#lgbtqia#snl#nbc snl#not my fault#mean girls#mean girls musical#mean girls 2024
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Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen - Dune: Part 2
The North is liberated and secured
#bde#swoon#something is very wrong with me#feyd rautha harkonnen#feyd rautha gifs#feyd gifs#my gif#feyd rautha#feyd#austin butler#dune 2#dune part two#dune part 2#feyd-rautha harkonnen
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“On the November 19, 1999, episode of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, contestant John Carpenter reached the final question without using any of his lifelines. Instead of seeking help, he used his Phone-a-Friend lifeline to call his father, not for assistance, but to inform him that he was going to win the game. Carpenter answered the final question correctly, becoming the show's first millionaire.”
#who wants to be a millionaire#lol#he took his sweet time with that game clock too#bde#game shows#john carpenter
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❤️🔥 The absolute confidence walking onto the stage and singing The Greatest!
FITFWT Forest Hills, 29 July 2023
#the confidence is so hot#bde#the greatest#FITFWT Forest Hills#Louis Tomlinson#29 July 2023#Louis vid#power strut#mine
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the way he walks i know its big 🤭
I meaaaaaaaaaaaaan he has to be showing off on purpose
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“Yeah, and what’d I tell you 'bout that, hmm?” his hand cups your jaw, turning you towards him. You keep your gaze on the fur of the couch, retreating into yourself some. You pick at the soft cotton of your sweater.
“Hey, look a’me.” the southern drawl of his voice makes you shiver lightly, you can feel him adjust beneath you, thick thighs parting spaciously.
It takes a moment before you’ve worked up the courage to turn your eyes to meet his heavy ones.
“Good girl.” He hums, settling into the plush couch.
You’re moved with him, falling into him gently, your hands landing on his chest in an attempt to keep upright as he relaxes further into the vanilla fur.
Elvis chuckles lightly, “m’not gonna let you fall, hon.”
You nod softly, taking in the quiet moment to note his features – your eyes trace over his thick lashes that lay gently to his soft cheeks, the thick of his hair and sideburns, speckles of white and gray woven through, the pout of his rosy lips, his –
“Pretty girl.” His voice pulls you from your trance softly.
“Y’pretty too.” you mumble softly, playing with the navy button of his top.
"Y'think m'pretty?" Elvis hums with a warm smile.
You nod, unbuttoning and rebuttoning the bottom of his shirt.
He laughs a little, “Yr’sweet, baby.”
Another gentle moment passes before he meets your bashful gaze with a soft smirk.
Your heart leaps when his hand grazes against the soft skin of your thigh, tracing the thin material of your tights. Tensing when he moves his hand to cup the front of your cunt through your panties.
You whimper lightly and he coos, “Shhh.”
Elvis leans forward some, pressing a line of gentle kisses to your jaw. His calloused hand soothes over the skin of your neck softly. His free hand presses against the pulsing heat of your cunt, circling his thumb against your clit over the fabric of your panties.
Your breath hitches lightly, earning a chuckle from the older man.
“Y’sensitive?” he teases, nipping at the lobe of your ear.
You nod, nuzzling against him.
His hand moves to cup your chin, the pad of his thumb traces over the plush of your lips before he presses the digit past your lips to rest against your tongue. You welcome the intrusion, sucking around the rough of his finger.
Elvis groans beneath you, slipping his finger past the cotton of your panties to stroke against your folds teasingly.
He pulls his hand from your mouth, leaning back into the couch as he presses his finger past the sopping lips of your cunt.
He watches you under thick, dark lashes, running his tongue over the plush of his lips when you mewl in the seat of his lap.
“C’mere,” his voice is so soft you nearly cry.
“Relax fr’daddy.'' He parts your thigh to the side with his free hand. His thumb gently massages into your skin.
#elvis presley#elvis#big daddy elvis#elvis x reader#elvis presley x reader#BDE#elvis 70s#70s elvis#1975 elvis#big daddy elvis x reader
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Big pp’s okayyyy
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Please could you write a fanfiction where the reader has anxiety and hypochondria and Big Daddy Elvis is comforting her and reassuring her she's safe?🥺❤️
•••••Head To Toe•••••
Summary: Reader just isn’t feeling the best, and her anxiety isn’t helping her. Elvis makes sure to stand next to your sweet self and help you through it all.
Author’s note: thank you for your request my darling, of course this title was inspired by Lisa Lisa And The Cult Jam’s “Head To Toe.” But anyway, I hope I written this right! As I always say, if you didn’t like this I could always write you a whole new one. I’m not too familiar with hypochondriac so I’m sorry if it’s not exactly right in some ways. Um but yup.
Author won’t zip her lips: another thing, I’m sorry to you and everyone else who probanly want to request more stuff and all that…but the thing is I’m chicken. I’m genuinely chicken because I get overwhelmed at the thought of just having 3 requests. So ahem, apologies 👋
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So much has been on your mind. So much enough that as you lie in your bed and just toss and turn. You feel so off today, and you just feel aware of it all. You simply don’t know what’s going on with yourself!
Possibilities on top of possibilities crowd your mind on why you could be this tired, and lacking your usual energy. Busying yourself while being alone inside the dimly-lit room. Oh my gosh, what if I’m severely sick? Maybe I’m pregnant? Why the heck am I so tired? Wait, or it could be the flu? You gasp to yourself, clasping your dainty hand over your mouth as you continue to grow concerns on your self diagnosing. You inhale a deep breath, “okay, let’s stop playing doctor and try to-“ you exhale out to calm yourself until-
“hunny? Can I come in?” A light knuckle knock is heard and interrupts your thoughts, your head whips to the bedroom door and you hum. You can recognize that southern, sweet honey voice from anywhere.
“of course, Elvis. Come on in,” you hum out softly. Running flat of your palms down the creases of the red duvet to straighten anything besides straight. Make yourself at least a little presentable.
The creaky sound of the door is faint, you glance up to meet your boyfriend’s eyes. Those blue pupils that can capture you dead at any second of the day. You smile gently and wave a small hi, “hey, beautiful.” You sigh out with a soft laugh, trying to seem not at all troubled. But he knows you too damn well now.
“Hi handsome,” he snickers with that lip curl and crawls onto the bed with you. Shuffling into the comfy, velvety crimson sheets. You turn your head to press your forehead to his smooth, freshly shaven cheek. “Baby, what’s going on? I expected to see ya after rehearsals. Ya always come with mah lunch, I missed your pretty ass.” He chuckles out but a soft frown plants onto his face and you only inhale deeply to calm and sort your reasoning.
You find comfort and comprehension when you smell the spicy, homey cologne he wears all day everyday, shrugging shoulder to shoulder. “I-I…I don’t know what’s the matter with me now, I just feel, off.” You admit breathlessly, snuggling up to his side.
He purses his lips and nods understandingly, then wrapping his meaty arms to squish you lovingly into his lap. You smile widely, feeling so comfortable in his embrace. “Oh, m’sorry baby, I didn’t know ya felt like this…why dontcha relax? Ya can postpone the girls’ night out some time soon, and all that.” He says softy, his chubby and squishy chin that you adore rests on the top of your head. Nestled onto the beautiful locks of hair that’s on top of your pretty head.
You pout and bury your face into his neck, your nose into the crease that smells most immaculate. So strong of salty sweat, and tangy, spicy musk of his men’s perfume. “I don’t know how to relax,” you whisper out warmly against his chest. You then gasp and break away in his gentle embrace, with frightened eyes, “what if I’ve got hypochondria! I mean, c’mon that would explain so much-“
“Aw c’mere, my big-a-baby.” He smiles and shakes his head silly at you. His adorable baby. He cuddles you all back to his arms. “Yer fine, my girl. From your head tah toe. I’ll repeat myself, from ya pretty little head to yer itty bitty toes that walk the precious earth, you’re healthy as new. And even if not, and you feel off, like now for example, you’ll get through with it. That’s final.” He reassures sternly but with a heart warming tone.
You’re too fuzzy in love to protest, nodding weakly in his hug and you let out a gentle, “okay, daddy.” You whisper out, fluttering your eyes and wrap your arms to fully embrace your lover.
You find such love and comfort in this moment. From his prodding belly that you mold around just perfectly makes you smile to yourself. Probably healing you. His clothed, big arms trapping you sweetly, making you but yet willingly engulf his signature scent. To the chest hair from years of maturity from boy to man, tickle and scrape against your chin. This is it. This is your lover.
This is your cure.
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#elvis#spotify#elvis presley#elvisaaronpresley#elvis imagine#elvis x y/n#enjoy!#elvis fanfic#elvis fanfiction#elvis fluff#elvis presley x reader#elvis x reader fluff#big daddy elvis#bde#bde fluff#big tiddy baby#this man#is mah cure
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Sweet Simon Riley
I've been desperate for some good smut lately, then I remembered I have capable hands lol.
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Daddy kink, body worship, praise, pet names, overstimulation, breeding kink (lil bit)
After coming home from a long day at work, you dropped your purse and shoes at the door and slumped on the couch. A single encounter with a co-worker had ruined your entire day:
"Oh! Congratulations! Are you excited?"
You looked at her puzzled, "For what?"
"You know!" She gestured at your stomach, "When is the baby coming?"
A sour feeling had made it's way into your gut. "I'm.. I'm not pregnant."
She just awkwardly smiled and waved you off.
'What the hell?'
You grabbed at your soft stomach.. It was true you put on a little weight, but you hade been stressed out!
You sighed, walking into the bathroom where you inspected yourself in the mirror. Your stretch marks had become more prominent.. and you could see some cellulite forming on your thighs..
Tears flooded from your eyes. 'Maybe I should diet.. I've already eaten plenty today..'
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your husband Simon come through the front door, calling out for you,
"Lovie? y' home?"
"Yeah!" You called back to him, stepping into the bedroom to change into looser fitting clothes.
Simon walked into the bedroom and placed a soft kiss on your lips.
"Hi sweet heart," he brushed his hand over your tear streaked cheek, "What's wrong baby? Why were you crying?"
You sniffed dramatically, "Oh.. nothing just allergies.." You tried to hold his gaze, but the intensity of it made you glance away, giving up your lie.
"What's really wrong love?" Simon cupped your cheeks in your face. you couldn't help but notice how much of your face he was holding, making you sob,
"I-It's so stupid..! It's not something for you to worry about.." You forcefully pushed his hands off your cheeks and walked of to hide in the bathroom.
He tried to follow in behind you, worried and slightly hurt.
"Love. you need t' tell me wha's wrong. Righ' Now."
You quietly said what the issue was, but he didn't hear you. "What baby?"
"I-I feel fat, Ok? and I feel ugly... And your gonna leave me because I'm getting fat!"
You heard nothing on the other side of the door, so you cracked it open to see Simon with complete shock across his face. He regained composure and chuckled lightly.
"Lovie, yer no' fat. Yer thick and gorgeous and M' not gonna leave you because yer body is changin'."
He pulled you in, firmly squeezing your ass before throwing you over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom.
"S-Simon! Put me down-! I'm heavy!"
Simon slapped a heavy hand to your ass, chuckling at the whine what escaped your lips.
"Yer like a sack of flour. I got no problem carrying ya, which is why M' gonna fuck these awful thoughts out yer head."
You squealed as he tossed you onto the bed, enjoying the treatment.
"M' gonna prove to ya yer' beautiful by worshipping every inch of your skin tonight,"
He dragged his shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt. He watched as her eyes saddened at the sight of his firm build, dark thoughts clouding her mind once again.
"Eyes up 'ere beautiful,"
Simon carefully peeled her shirt over her head and groaned at the sight, "Fuck, yer gorgeous," he pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, caging her with his arms on the mattress.
"So fuckin' pretty Lovie.." He groped at her skin, relishing in her soft moans and whimpers as he kissed down her stomach, gingerly pulling off the rest of her clothes.
"Si-monn.. " she whimpered, gripping his hair tightly as he pressed firm kisses against each stretch mark on her soft stomach. He continued down her naval where he started sucking and biting at her skin.
"Yer so beautiful.. God I could look at you forever.. Fuck I have to taste you.." Simon licked at her clit, groaning at her sweet flavor as he pressed a finger against her entrance, sinking it down to the knuckle.
She arched her back, pressing into his face firmly as his nose swiped at her clit and he shoved his tongue into her. He groaned at her flavor on his tongue and locked eyes with her.
"That's it baby girl.. Eyes on me," He sunk two fingers into her, causing her to moan his name loudly, "Cum on my fingers like a good girl... cum for Daddy,"
She whimpered as the coil in her core rapidly started tightening until it snapped, creaming on his fingers.
Tears of pleasure pricked her eyes as she panted, trying to catch her breath. She watched as he pressed his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off before he lapped her clean.
"Simon-! Pleasee.. I need it..!" She squeezed her thighs around his head, making him groan into her skin.
"So fuckin' needy.. Beg for it.. Tell me how much you want Daddy's cock.."
He pulled his meaty dick from his boxers, rubbing the head of it on her spent cunt.
"Please..! I need it so bad..!"
"Then admit it.. Admit yer fuckin gorgeous.. Admit how fuckin' beautiful you are beggin' to be fucked like this.."
She whimpered as the head of his cock was pressed in, unmoving. She whined that she was pretty, that she was gorgeous and begged once again,
"Please Daddy.. please put it in..!"
She threw her head back as his girthy cock stretched her wide, feeling every vein and ripple as he pressed into her gummy cervix.
"Fuck.. yer pretty little cunt wraps so fuckin' perfect around me.. Fuckin made for me.."
He pulled out of her slowly, relishing in her sweet whines as he pressed back in, again and again until he was pounding her at a bruising pace.
He lifted a leg over his shoulder and bit into her thigh repeatedly, leaving dark marks in her skin. Simon pressed his chest to hers, making her see stars. He groaned as she squeezed around him tightly, clawing at his back.
"S-Simon-! I'm cumming!"
"Fuck.. I feel it.. yer squeezin me so tight Doll.." He groaned into her shoulder, stuffing her full of his seed as he bit into her neck.
He pulled his half-hard cock from her soaked hole, stuffing his seed back into her with two fingers. Simon lifted her knees to her chest.
"Stay like this.. I don' want you wasting a fuckin' drop.."
She nodded weakly, mewling each time he pressed his seed back into her.
A minute had passed before she was breathing somewhat normally, her mind clear from the fog of pleasure.
It made her entirely to aware of the way her skin was folding in her mid section..
"Hey, stay with me Lovie, I'm not done with you yet. I see that look in yer' eye." He sneered, flipping her onto her knees, pressing her face to the pillows,
"I'm not gonna stop until you can't even think about it.. In fact.." He harshly rubbed her clit, stuffing his cock into her without warning, causing her eyes to widen and a surprised moan to escape, "I'm not gonna stop until you can't think at all,"
She whined and whimpered at the force of his dick pressing against her cervix. It would have been painful if she hadn't been sopping wet from both of their fluids.
"Si-monnn.. pleasee.."
He pressed his cock deep into her, groaning as she squeezed around him tightly, cumming from the intrusion.
"Fuck.. that's it.. cum on my cock beautiful.."
She bit into the pillow, overstimulated and so aroused it almost hurt. But the mind blowing pleasure from him pounding into her from behind and tightly gripping her hips for leverage, made it impossible to focus on anything but what he was doing to her.
Tears flooded from her eyes, drooling on the pillow as he rutted into her, praising her body and kissing her shoulder.
"So fucking gorgeous taking my cock.. Fuck.. Im gonna fill you so fucking much.. Are you ready for it?"
She mumbled incoherently, prompting him to pull her up gently from the pillow by her hair,
"Say that again beautiful?"
"Y-yes...Simonn..pleasee.."
He pressed a kiss to her temple and rubbed her clit harshly.
"Fuck.. take it all.. I'm gonna fuckin breed you.. Show that bitch how fuckin sexy you are pregnant or not.. Fuckk.."
Her eyes rolled into her head as he fucked his load into her, squeezing around his cock as he forced another orgasm from her.
"You're so fuckin beautiful when you cum for me baby girl.. "
He pulled out of her, easing her down on the bed and laying next to her, pulling her close to his chest.
She pressed her cheek against his hot skin as she attempted to catch her breath.
"Th-Thank you.. You didn't have to do that.."
She looked at him, eyes glossed over from the pleasure. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head.
"Of course I did, you needed to feel beautiful.. And Im gonna make you feel beautiful every hour of every day, over and over again,"
He pinned her down on the mattress, ready to go again. She just smiled contently, happy to have the most perfect man she could ask for.
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#2nd person pov#3rd person pov#smut#daddy's good girl#bde#body posititivity
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Ben Benjamin Shimoni, 31, from Ashkelon managed to escape from the Nova party in Reim. He got into his car, picked up four people he didn't know and escaped from hell. He arrived in Beer-Sheva, unloaded the passengers and called his brother. In the ordinary world, this is where his story should end. A normal person would go home, hug his family, drink and be grateful for the miracle of his salvation. But nothing is normal here and Ben Benjamin Shimoni was not an ordinary person.
Despite his brother's requests, he decided to return to the party and save the remaining friends. He entered the fire zone, rescued 8 more people and brought them to safety. Now he should be telling himself "that's it son you did enough you saved 12 lives go home" isn't it?
But nope. Because Ben Benjamin Shimoni was no ordinary man.
The common man, if escapes hell, does not return to it, the common man is driven by his own need to survive, not by the need to save others. A normal person is afraid. Ben Benjamin Shimoni was neither afraid nor an ordinary man.
He's a man who's gone back to hell *a second time* because maybe this time he'll find his friends. This is a man whose love for humanity and kindness in him have overcome the main fear of an ordinary person - the fear of death. He is a man who looked death in the eye and won, twice. The third time, by gathering 3 more men, he collided with terrorists and was killed. for the third time death has won. Because in this world where nothing is normal, death defeats even abnormal people.
Ben Benjamin Shimoni was no ordinary man. He was an angel living among us. He was a hero, handsome and loved. In loving memory 🙏🏽
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I unironically would love a meta about stede's BDE (and not because I need convincing, I think you're 100% right)
Well, first...we've all seen the picture right? Yes? So the actual physical aspect of Stede's BDE has been addressed.
Second, if we assume the definition of BDE is basically "confidence without cockiness," Stede has it.
I think there are any number of examples of Stede's BDE, but just to take a few:
Stede getting the French aristocrats to set themselves on fire because they were mean to Ed. BDE.
Stede's first encounter with Izzy, wherein he both disarms the dude and bluffs his way to success. Extreme BDE. Fast forward to the scene at Jackie'z, where he explicitly can't even remember Izzy's name? I mean, good lord.
Stede's surprising confidence with Nigel. Nigel, who was his childhood bully, who tries to gaslight him into believing that his experiences didn't actually happen, and whom Stede smashes on the head with a whale figurine. Did he mean to kill him? No. But everything to that point...pretty BDE.
Stede is incredibly not intimidated by Calico Jack. Does he like Jack? No. Is he afraid of Jack? Not in the slightest. Is he openly contemptuous of Jack's dick? Very much so. BDE.
To relate this back, in part, to the physical reality of BDE, Stede shows zero concern that he's not going to be good at gay sex, despite the fact that he's obviously never had gay sex or even particularly pleasurable sex. Does he appear to know that he's going to make Ed see all the colors of a manta shrimp rainbow? Yes. He does. Oh, the BDE.
All those letters, in which he very confidently states that Ed is his soulmate and they are intertwined? That is a man with BDE.
There's never a moment when Stede doubts Ed's love for him. He's not cocky about it. He doesn't think he's somehow owed Ed's love. But he knows, completely, that Ed loves him. Even that cut line "I just got back together with my boyfriend"? Look at how that's phrased—they were always boyfriends. Ed was always his boyfriend. They're just back together now. B.D.E.
In conclusion, Stede is BDE personified.
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