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Idk I just write smut (slow updates)

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₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ Mark ‘Invincible’ Grayson ₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

nsfw/smut oneshot, afab!reader, p in v, creampie, no protection

“Just…fuck-“

His hands gripped your hips, stopping you from moving up against him.

Why did he stop? Probably because you finally letting Mark fuck you raw for the first time since you started taking birth control. Finally…no barriers, no latex between you, just pure, raw sensation. It short-circuited his brain, wiped out every shred of restraint he thought he once had.

He could feel everything. The overwhelming heat from the way your bare walls clung to him, slick and greedy, it was too much for him to handle.

“Stop…”

“Stop what?”

“You know exactly what. Stop…sucking me in like that.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. Mark was absolutely adorable when he was flustered — his cheeks and the tips of his ears flushed a deep red, shaky breaths spilling from his lips as he stared down at you with wide, blown out pupils. He looked like a love-struck fool, completely undone by you and your pussy swallowing him whole.

His fingers dug into your waist, leaving faint nail marks as he began moving his hips into you again. Inch by inch sinking deep within you before slowly pulling out to repeat the motion. A pitchy moan erupted from him, his forehead making contact with your shoulder as he fought to keep himself together, his inky black hair tickling the crook of your neck and cheek.

You whimpered sweetly beneath him, your walls fluttering again, and he cursed low under his breath. Every pulse of your body around him had him teetering right on the edge, his muscles trembling with the effort not to cum inside you too soon. Fuck, why did going in raw feel so good? It shouldn’t feel this good.

“Shit…”

He whined out into your ear, nibbling onto the sensitive bit of your neck.

You let out a soft mewl, legs wrapping around his hips, heels pressing into his ass to press him fully down against you. A low groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against your skin as his hands roamed down your sides, pawing at your plush skin, desperate to feel more of you. One hand cupping your breast, rolling your perked nipple between two fingers before softly pinching the bud.

His hips ground into yours with a slow, needy roll, and you gasped, nails raking lightly down his back. Every movement, every breath between you was thick with heat.

“Mark…go faster…”

“I’m going to cum if I do.”

He was half Viltrumite. You would think he would have some sort of crazy stamina, right? To last longer than the average person. That was completely wrong. Here he was, trembling above you, looking like he could barely hold himself together. Every roll of his hips grew sloppier, more desperate, like he was chasing the high he was so close to falling over.

It was almost funny— someone bred for strength and endurance, completely undone by the way your body clung to him, pulling him deeper. Your pussy clenching around his throbbing dick made his eyes roll back, a little bit of dribble running down his lower lip.

“You feel…so good…”

He cooed into your ear.

You tightened your legs around him instinctively, coaxing him deeper, and the broken sound he let out was nearly enough to make you cum. His hips jerked, losing their rhythm as he rutted into you, more faster this time. His hand slid between your bodies, fingertips clumsily searching until they found your puffy clit, circling it in tight, messy patterns that made your back arch off the bed, a low moan leaving you. It was almost too much.

"Come with me."

He rasped against your throat, and the way he begged — soft, wrecked, and completely vulnerable — sent you hurtling straight over the edge, dragging him down with you.

“Please…I can’t hold it in any longer…”

The knot completely broke, your body trembled as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Every muscle tightening around him as your pussy clenched, drawing a deep, guttural moan mixed with a whimper from his lips. He came into you with a final, helpless thrust, burying himself as deep as he could, filling you with his seed, clinging to you like his life depended on it as his body collapsed on top of yours.

For a few long moments, neither of you moved. The only sounds were your mingled, ragged breaths and the frantic beating of his heart against your chest.

Slowly, he softened inside you before slipping out, his dick pulsing at your inner thigh, cum seeping from the tip. His body still slumped against yours, heavy and warm and utterly spent. He pressed lazy, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder, murmuring soft, unintelligible praises against your skin before he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent after sex. His fingers massaged your sides, earning a tired hum from you.

“Hey…do you think I could…eat you out?”

How could you say no.

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* ‧₊ Armin Arlert * ‧₊

nsfw/smut oneshot, afab!reader, armin has a tongue piercing, time-skip! (college)

nerd!armin who is a pleaser. Wanting nothing but to watch you crumble from the pleasure he gives you. Who studies your body like it’s his most important assignment. Memorizing every gasp, every shiver, every place that makes your breath catch and arch for more so he could write it down later. He gets off on your reactions more than anything else. His eyes would be glazed, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches in awe.

He is clinical in how thorough he is. Except there’s nothing detached about the way his hands tremble when he touches you. Nothing academic about the desperate way he begs to hear you moan his name just one more time. And when you do? He melts. Absolutely ruins himself on the sound.

nerd!armin who is filthy with his words. Don’t let the soft voice or flushed cheeks fool you—once he’s got you spread out for him, it’s like a switch flips. He leans in close, glasses slipping down his nose, whispering filth in that breathy voice like he’s been rehearsing it in his head all day.

"Look at you.” He murmurs, fingers trailing slow and deliberate. “So wet and messy just from me. From my mouth. My fingers. You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?"

And when you whine, when you try to look away, he gets bolder. Voice low and wrecked as he continues, "You like it when I talk like this, don’t you? When I tell you how badly I want to taste you again, how I dream about having you ride my face until I can’t breathe."

He says it all like it’s just another fact from one of his books, his shaky hands still mapping you out and he’s grinding into the sheets, pre-cum staining through his boxers, utterly undone by your pleasure. Lips would find your collarbone, pressing open mouthed kisses down the valley of your breasts before swirling his tongue around your areola. The cool metal of his tongue piercing causing a shiver go down your spine as he sucks on your perked nipple.

nerd!armin who is a messy thing for you. Hard in his boxers, lips swollen from kissing you like he’s starved. Hair mussed from your fingers tugging, thighs trembling from the effort of holding himself back. The kind of boy who says “Use me” with a blush on his cheeks and worship in his eyes.

nerd!armin who is not just a pleaser but a worshipper. He doesn’t just want you to feel good, he needs it—like it's his only purpose. Every moan you give him is a reward, every twitch of your body, and every moan from those pretty lips of yours from under his touch is a grade he’s desperate to ace.

“You’re so perfect… so good for me… I could stay between your legs forever.” And he means it. He’s insatiable, overstimulated, and whimpering into the crook of your neck but still begging, “One more? Please, I can take it. I’ll be good. Just one more. I know you want it just as bad as I do…”

nerd!armin who then turns into a whimpering mess when you take control, eyes fluttering as he breathes, “I’m yours. Whatever you want. Just… don’t stop.” Because for Armin, being at your mercy isn’t just a fantasy, it’s his favorite kind of surrender.

He melts under your touch as he lets you take the lead. Pushing him back against the mattress, his hands grip the sheets like he’s holding onto reality, trying to stay grounded as you straddle his hips, hand wrapping around his throbbing cock, pumping him into your hand before lining him up.

His breath catches in his throat once his pink tip slowly eases into your hole, the girth stretching you out. His eyes wide, mouth slack, hands coming out to grab your waist, nails digging as your warmth swallows him inch by inch.

“F-fuck… oh my god…” He whimpers, voice cracking, hips twitching despite himself once you start riding him. Glasses slip further down his nose, fogged and useless now, but he refuses to close his eyes. He needs to watch you, needs to memorize how perfect you look on top of him, moaning out to the feel of his dick inside of you as you fuck the smart out of him.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ the three of you-Mark&Eve ੈ✩‧₊˚

nsfw/smut oneshot, gn!reader, bi!reader, threesome, cungulingus/fingering, blow job, penetration

It was be odd to say the least. It use to be just them.

You’ve known them for years—shared drinks, secrets, even the occasional flirtation that once felt harmless. But now? Those lingering glances meant something. The brush of a hand on your thigh during movie night wasn’t accidental anymore. It wasn’t planned, this thing between the three of you. It just... happened.

Mornings were definitely different. You’d wake up tangled between them, skin warm and flushed, breathing slow, their hands already wandering across your skin in that lazy, possessive way that made you forget what day it was.

But the nights…you couldn't tell whose mouth was on your skin first, whose fingers had made you gasp out. Sometimes they both touched you at once, slow and deliberate, as if exploring you was an art form only they had mastered together. Hot, messy, and full of whispered names and muffled moans, where the line between love and lust blurred into something addictive. It left you aching for more.

They didn’t just love you, they loved each other too. Watching them touch, kiss, tease, only to turn their attention to you. It made your knees weak and your thoughts cloud with filth. The way their mouths moved over each other, slow and hungry, always ignited something deep inside you.

You could never decide what was hotter—seeing their hands roam over each other's bodies or feeling both of them on you, mouths trailing down your skin like they couldn’t get enough. Nipping and marking you.

Sometimes, they'd put on a show just for you. Eve on her knees, leaned over, lips wrapped around Mark’s cock or Mark in between Eve’s thighs, eating her out. Their eyes would be on yours, every single time, moans and high pitch whines seeping from their lips.

The sight was as if you were watching a porn video. Only this one was live, personal, and made just for you:

—Eve would flick her tongue along Mark’s shaft, the rosy tip leaking with pre-cum before she took him into her mouth, slow and teasing, with a look that dared you not to touch yourself. Her lips sealed around him, hollowing her cheeks as she pulled back, letting him slip free with a wet pop!

Only for her to dive in again. This time deeper, slower, her fingers curling around the base. She moaned around him, just enough to let the sound vibrate through his core, her tongue swirling with practiced precision. Then she paused, letting him fall from her mouth again, a string of slickness connecting her lips to his shaft as she turned to look over at you: “He looks so cute when he gets sucked off, doesn’t he?”

—Mark would spread Eve open with those strong hands, tongue buried in her, teasing her hole, and sucking at her puffy clit until she was gasping his name, her back arching off the bed. His fingers pumping gently in her dripping cunt, curling them up against her g-spot, rubbing at the spongy surface. He’d pause just to watch her tremble, lips curling into a satisfied grin as he pressed his thumb to her clit—soft at first, then with just enough pressure to make her hips buck for more, a whimper escaping her.

“She’s so wet…look.” He would say to you, spreading her legs out for you to see just how soaked Eve was—pretty pink pussy shined as Mark spread it out with two fingers, his spit and her own slick coding, her hole clenching and unclenching on nothing.

And when they finally pulled you in—eager, greedy—you were already soaked/hard, aching, and desperate to feel them.

-They'd take their time with you. They didn’t rush. No, they savored you. Drew out every breathless gasp, every desperate plea, until time itself seemed to bend. When they fucked you, it wasn’t just physical—it was worship. Their hands everywhere, mouths tasting. They'd stroke your cock with aching precision, or tongue-fuck your dripping pussy until your legs trembled and your voice was nothing but broken moans. Every movement was a promise, every touch a demand.

“Can you feel it?” Eve would coo in your ear, nipping your neck before licking the shell of your ear.

“How his dick is rutting into you?”

Her hand would toy with your nipple, pinching just enough to make you whimper, her breath hot against your skin.

“God…you feel so fucking good…” Mark gasped, gripping at your bent knees, steadying himself as he watched his dick enter you. He couldn’t stop—hips snapping, cock buried deep. You were pinned between them, helpless in the best way, your senses stretched thin, your body theirs to play with.

“You look so pretty like this.” Eve would murmur, her voice velvet and command all at once. “So used. So full. Do you want to come for us, sweetheart?”

Watching was torture. But being in the middle of them? That was the kind of pleasure that ruined you for anyone else.

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˚₊· Nolan ‘Omni-Man’ Grayson ˚₊·

nsfw/smut oneshot, afab!reader, cunnilingus

You would think Nolan Grayson, thee Omni-Man, would be a hard top. Fucking you till you couldn’t breathe, not letting you come until he said so. Until he was satisfied—his strength holding you in place like you were nothing, like you were his. But it wasn’t like that at all. The most powerful man in the world was only desperate to please you. He would get on his knees for you, eyes blazing as he stares up at you with desire.

“Tell me what you want, honey.”

Voice low with his hands on the sides of your thighs, gripping the fat of your flesh.

The control was never really his. It was yours, the whole time. He grips your thighs like he might break them if he isn’t careful, his mouth hot against your skin, his breath ragged as he began peppering your thighs with kisses before his tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your clothed cunt, making you suck in a breath. Nolan looks up at you, eyes dark, waiting—begging—for a command.

“Come on…tell me.”

He growls, low and guttural. His muscles tremble with restraint, every fiber of his being trained to obey, to hold back that brutal strength just for you. And once you reach down, tugging his hair, telling him exactly what you want him to do, his cock strands in his pants.

He doesn’t hesitate one second. The moment the words leave your mouth, he’s on you. His hands moving to the plump of your ass, mouth connecting to your skin, worshipping you, his wife. His lips trail rough, open-mouth kisses across the front of your thighs, up your hips, and your stomach. Each kiss hotter, hungrier than the last, teeth nipping at your soft flesh. Every inch of him shaking with the effort not to tear you apart from sheer need.

You feel the low rumble of his growl against your skin, a sound so deep it feels like it vibrates through your bones. He’s starving for you. Starving like a man dying of thirst. That’s how badly he wants to ravish you right now. He looks up at you again.

"Please. Let me have you."

Not an order. A plea. And god, it’s intoxicating — knowing you could make him wait longer, tease him, command him, and he’d take it. He’d take anything from you. Anything.

“You want to have me?”

You whisper, voice steady, cruel. Your fingers that were laced in his hair giving it another tug.

“Then earn it.”

Something in him snaps. But not in defiance but in devotion. His fingers curl at the sides of your panties, pulling them down till they pooled at your ankles, letting you kick the fabric away. And just like that, he pushes you back against the bed, flat on your back, still kneeling on the floor, his hands spreading your thighs like he’s opening a gift he’s waited lifetimes for.

He doesn’t waste a second, his arms in circling around your waist, his mouth finds you instantly, hot and relentless, tongue stroking deep and slow against your sopping pussy, fast and filthy—like he wants to pull every sound out of you, every twitch, every gasp. His mustache tickling the mound of your pussy. His hands grip your hips, anchoring you as your back arches off the sheets, low, breathy moans escaping your pretty lips. Fuck, just as always…sweet against his tongue.

Nolan wasn’t just eating you, he was consuming you. Worshipping you with his mouth like your pleasure is his religion, like this moment is the only thing in the universe that matters. And the look in his eyes when he glances up—wild, reverent, ruined—tells you everything: He’s not stopping until you're trembling and begging.

His tongue is hot, sucking at your erect clit, tongue teasing at your hole. You moan out, hand reaching down to push his head deeper into your cunt, earning an erotic groan from your super-husband. The vibration of it against you makes you cry out, your thighs instinctively trying to close around his head. But Nolan is too strong for that. His big hands keep you pinned open, forcing you to take every slow, sinful stroke of his tongue.

He’s messy with it now, wet and loud and utterly shameless. His hands work up your sides, kneading at your breasts through that lacy bra of yours, pinching at your harden nipples through the fabric. You tug harder at his hair, grinding up into his face, and he groans again. Yet this time it sounded like a whine.

The way he moans, soft and aching as he eats you out, you’d think he was the one being touched. Every time you twitch under his mouth, he gasps like it’s him unraveling. Like your pleasure is his only purpose. You glance down, and he’s grinding against nothing. He’s hard, leaking through his boxers and pants, completely untouched. He hasn’t even asked for relief. Hasn’t dared. Not until you cum. Not until you say you were ready for him to fuck you.

You can feel it building already, that tight, dizzy pressure coiling low in your belly. A rope ready to snap. And from the desperate way Nolan devours you, not easing up, not even close. You know he can feel it too. He knew you too well. Knew around that body of yours.

Your thighs start to tremble, breath hitching, fingers curling in his hair, grinding down on his face, chasing your release. Nolan groans again, a raw, wrecked sound, and presses even closer, nose buried against you, tongue thrusting and circling in maddening rhythm.

“That’s it.”

He murmurs against you, fingers gripping your hips.

“Come for me. Come all over my fucking mouth.”

The words alone send a violent shudder ripping through you and when he sucks your clit between his lips, firm and devastating, it breaks you open.

“Nolan…ngh!”

You cry out his name, back arching clear off the bed as pleasure crashes over you in waves, so intense you can barely breathe. Nolan holds you through it, moaning into your cunt as if your orgasm feeds him before pulling away, watching in complete awe. Your hair sprawled across the blankets below you, cheeks dusted a rosy pink, lips parted, and chest heaving as you tried steadying your breath.

He wipes your arousal from his chin, lips, and his mustache with his thumb before popping the digit into his mouth, licking and sucking it clean. Your brows knit at the sight, legs spreading, cunt glistening with your arousal and his spit, looking at his with hooded eyes.

“Now fuck me like you mean it…”

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✧･ﾟ: Rex ‘Splode’ Sloan ✧･ﾟ:

nsfw/smut oneshot, gn!reader, sub!rex, mention of multi-creampie

“Come on baby…you got this.”

Rex Sloan, a hot head for a boyfriend. A womanizer at heart. And a male who claimed he was a top while having sex. Yet here he was, complete putty in your hands.

The slapping of your ass against his thighs echoed throughout the room, mixed with the whines and high pitched moans leaving your wrecked boyfriends swollen lips as you road him.

His hands glued to your waist, keeping you in place with a bruising grip, nails digging into the fat of your hips. His pupils were absolutely blown, trying to look up at you, wanting to admire how pretty you looked bouncing up and down on his cock. But it was too difficult, not when you rocked your hips in a certain way, your gummy walls clenching around his sensitive dick, whispering lewd praises in his ear, all to which made his eyes roll back.

He felt like he was going to explode.

You’ve been riding him for god knows how long. Your legs burning up, motions growing sloppy but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You made him cum…how many times now? Who knows. You lost track after three. The thick ring of creamy cum around the base of his cock was enough said.

“I can’t…please…fuck!”

“Yes you can, Rex…”

Moan after groan. Whining after complaining. All to which made you go harder and faster on top of him. Your head tilted forward, letting out soft pants as your eyes trailed over him, taking in the delicious sight. Your teeth marks in his tan skin, one that stood out the most was the one around his perky nipple. Hickeys and faint lines of your nail marks across his chest. Tears were beginning to gloss over his eyes, on the brink of crying from the overstimulation. Oh how you wanted to lick those tears away once they started rolling down.

“Such a pretty boy…”

Such a fucking tease, he thought. His hands gripped at your waist, rutting up as you slowed, making you moan out as the girth of his dick rubbed right against your sweet spot, head snapping back, thighs clenching around his hips. A smirk tugging on his lips at the sight of you.

He so desperately wanted to take control, to flip you over and pound into that gapping hole of yours until your the one cumming all over him, crying from the pleasure and whining out for more. He wanted that satisfaction. He wanted that glory. But he couldn’t find the strength, his body limp against the mattress, pebbled in sweat, lower half sticky with cum. He was letting you fuck him numb. And god did he love it.

“I’m gonna…ngh…”

Hot, thick ropes plunge into you, painting your walls white with his seed. Your hips smacked down, feeling as his cock twitched inside of you, half hard. He let out a strained moan, his hands falling from your waist and onto the bed, trying to steady his breathing from yet another orgasm. He wiped a bead of sweat that rolled from his temple, eyes flickering up to you.

“One more?”

A cheek grin plastering on your face.

You were going to be the death of him one day.

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ʚɞ Captain John Price ʚɞ

nsfw/smut oneshot, afab!reader, p in v, clit-play, dom!price

“Now that’s a good girl..”

Price’s hips bucked into yours, his dick rutting into your needy pussy. His thumb rubbing in circular motions against your clit. His eyes looking deeply into yours as he fucked you, stretching your cunt with his girth.

It was hard for you to keep eye contact with him, the way he was looking at you was dark and aortic eyes, you couldn’t feel but embarrassed on how submissive you were for him tonight. Legs bent to your chest, your knees squishing your breasts, his hands gripping at the back of your thighs, keeping your legs down so he can hit just right.

The lack of eye contact made him go faster, the speed making you whine for him to slow down, your already sensitive pussy clenching around him.

“Look at me then, sweetheart…”

He wanted to watch how you broke beneath him, tears pricking from the corners of your eyes from overstimulation, only making him lick the salty tears from your plush cheeks. You were practically limp beneath him, clit swollen and tender to the touch. All you could feel was his hips smacking against yours, the smell of sex filling your nose as he works you into yet another orgasm.

You where biting the bottom of your lip, hiding your aching moans building in your throat.

“Don’t hide them from me. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Price demanded in a low groan, his hand reaching up to grab your chin. A pitchy moan left you, fingers curling around the sheets, feeling your lower stomach knot, another orgasm working its way through.

“Cum for me, sweet thing. Look at me when you do, let me see that pretty fucked out face of yours.”

His thick british accent sent shivers down your spine. Your gaze flickered to his, obeying him, looking at him with glossy eyes.

You felt his thumb rub against your clit once again, legs twitching at the sensation, throwing you off the deep end as your orgasm came faster than your last one. A loud moan came from you as your body practically collapsing against the mattress as you came. Your legs trembling, vagina walls unclenching and clenching around his still throbbing dick, making him let out a soft chuckle, followed with a low groan.

His hips rubbed against yours, helping you work out your orgasm, eyes locked on you as your body jolted from the pleasure. Your eyebrows knitting together, nose crinkling, mouth gaped, and your eyes squeezed shut.

He smiled down at you, admiring your fucked out expression. His arms wrapped around the back of your lower back, lifting you softly from the bed, your head leaning back. He kissed the column of your neck tenderly, praising you for being oh so good for him. Small aftercare was pampered to you before his hips began to move softly against you again. A low groan coming from you, nails sinking into the flesh of his shoulders.

“You think you can give me another one? I’m not quite…done.”

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✮ ⋆ Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley ✮ ⋆

nsfw/smut, afab!reader, p in v, cunnilingus, light fingering, dom!Ghost, masked/unmasked Ghost, mentions of a sex toy

Ghost had entered your room, rummaging through your desk draw in attempt to find a laptop charger since Soap decided to ‘borrow’ his and then never return it.

“Fucking hell, where is it….”

He said to himself as he slammed the drawer shut, turning to your dresser, pulling open the top drawer to reveal a collection of lingerie. Different kinds of lingerie.

His eyes had widened, he didn’t expect you having these kinds of lewd clothing and was pissed that you haven’t worn any for him. He stared at many pairs of thongs, knee highs, and many more that were folded neatly in the wooden drawer. A sexy red piece of lingerie caught his eye. He got curious and lifted to outfit from the drawer, unfolding the silky material. A smirk crossed his face, imagining you wearing it. How hot you would look as he slowly strips it all off your body.

He adjusted his pants. He was about to place them back but another thing had caught his eye, a black object that laid just right underneath of the red lingerie set.

“What the fuck is this?”

He questioned to himself before placing the lingerie down and picking up the new item he just found. He held the item, studying it for a second before turning it to see that there was a button on the bottom, he furrowed his eyebrows and pushed it. As he pressed the button the whole thing began to vibrate.

He scoffed in realization. He just had found your vibrator. “For fuck sake (Your Name).”

Soon after Ghost had found your pervy little item, he decided he was going to ask you about it once you got back.

It didn’t take long before you had gotten back to your room after training, exhausted and ready to relax you noticed that Ghost wasn’t there when he said he was stopping by. You wondered if he must have found what he was looking for and left so you went into your room, setting down your duffel bag and opening the top draw of your drawer. As you looked inside you noticed that a pair of your lingerie sets had been misplaced since the last time you saw it.

The red lingerie set that had your vibrator covered, was missing.

You furrowed your eye brows, rummaging around through your drawer to make sure you didn’t misplace it and before you could question yourself you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned to see Ghost.

“Looking for this?”

Your eyes widened seeing as Ghost had your toy in his fingers, waving it slightly at you. You stood speechless and utterly embarrassed as he began to move closer to you.

“Am I just not good enough, (your name)?” He pausing as he took another step forward to you, his tall figure looking down at you. “Do I just….not satisfy your desires?” His thick british accent was stern as he spoke.

You took a deep breath, steadying your breathing before speaking, “Ghost, you know you full fill my desires….quite often.” You replied, your eyes shifting as you spoke, cheeks growing hot. You could almost see that shit eating grin he had on his face through his mask.

“If you want pleasure (Your Name), just say something, call my name.” This made you smirk, shifting slightly leaning into him close to his face as you could get.

“Trust me Ghost, I’ve called your name many times. And I mean many…” Your tone had shifted to nervousness to seductive in a split second. This made Ghost feel a shiver of arousal go down his spine as you looked up at him with such lust. You where eye fucking him at this point. He bit his bottom lip, his eyes not leaving yours.

“This toy won’t be needed anymore. You’ve got me, got it?” His sentence wasn’t just a question it was more of an order that if he catches you even rubbing this thing against your pussy, he was going to show you who really can make you cum ten times as harder then this stupid toy.

Your knees felt weak, your stomach doing back flips. But you couldn’t let him win over this whole teasing gig so you decided to dig deeper.

“You think you can do better?” You tease.

He chuckled at your comment, crossing his arms and pulling away from you. He was taking it as a challenge.

“I most definitely could.”

You shook your head, you could tell he was semi offended just how his body language was but you continued on. “Sorry but I really can’t take your word for it….” You walked away from him, sitting at the edge of the bed, motioning him to come over which he gladly did.

“I need you to prove it to me, Simon….”

Oh boy and how that got to him, how you said his name, his actual name mind fucked him.

He walked over closer to you, pushing your body down on the bed with some force. You grinned. His knee went immediately in between your crotch, leaning down into your form, grabbing you by the back of the head causing a groan from you. Your hair tangling in between his fingers, he used his free hand and practically ripping his mask off his face and kissed you hungrily. His dirty blonde hair and blue eyes gleaming in your view, it’s not like you haven’t seen his face before but whenever you do, you can’t help yourself but stare at him in awe.

The tension had grew larger as Ghost reached his hand underneath your shirt, feeling as your nipple poked out from your sports bra, he pinched your nipple through the thinner fabric, making a breathy moan come from you as he dominated your mouth.

You had no control of the situation, none once so ever. He broke the kiss, exploring to your jawline and down your neck, nibbling small marks against your skin. You let a groan slip from your tongue, which seemed to arouse him more.

“Simon….” You muttered under your breath. Running your fingers through his dirty blonde hair, he moved further down your body till he met the zipper of your cargo pants. Unzipping them and eagerly pulling them down your legs. He didn’t hold himself back.

“Shirt off now….” He said sternly.

You followed orders stripping your shirt off immediately. You now just being left in a bra and panties. He stared at your body, taking in every curve. He looked down a saw, lord and behold, you where wearing a thong. He kneeled down, pushing the side of your thong to the side, revealing the spot he was hungrily looking forward to.

He dipped his head down, running his tongue up and down. With every motion and swirl he made your body grew hotter and pleasure building inside of you. He sucked and licked circles around your pulsing clit, not stopping for anything. You gripped the sheets, moaning coming from your mouth was nothing but sweet sweet music for Ghost. You frantically pulled your bra off, your breasts bouncing slightly as they fell from your bra, your nipples hardened.

You felt Ghosts mouth leave your pussy, causing a yern from you until you felt his finger plunge inside of your hole. Your lower body arched, “Fuck!” You yelped, which caused Ghost to quickly covered your mouth. “Soap is in the other room, you be a good girl and be quiet.” Ghost told you, making you nod in response before he began with no hesitation to start finger fucking you.

“I can’t….” You moaned out, which only made him go faster, his fingering plunging in and out at a rapid pace where you could hardly keep up on.

Those fingers had slipped out of you, being replaced by something thicker and longer.

His dick began to slowly push in and out of you, a whimper leaving your mouth as his dick stretched you out. This aroused him, he began to thrust himself in and out, getting you use to him. “Simon…” You closed your eyes, squinting from the pain. Grabbing your hip, fitting himself all the way deep inside of your pussy. Those soft and slow thrusts quickly became rough pounding.

“Oh fuck, (Your name)” Ghost let out, he cocked his head back, the way your vagina walls clenched around him was nothing he had felt before, more exotic and exciting to him.

The sounds of skin slapping and shaky moans clouded the both of you as Ghost rutted his dick in you. The force hitting your g-spot at a ruthless pace. He was hungry, his grip became firm, holding you tightly as he fucked you, balls deep into your cunt. His chest heaving and eyes half lidded sent thrill through you, he looked so pretty as he was filled with much pleasure and lust. You were about to cum.

“Simon….I’m close. P-please don’t stop…” You begged between each breath as you moaned for him. Your hips grind against his as your orgasm grew. His pace began to slow which caught you off guard, and before you could even speak he spun you around to your stomach. You loved how dominant he was getting with you, you like you where being controlled.

He reached under your hips, lifting your ass up in the air for him. He placed a palm at the center of your back, pushing your back so your arching for him and you ass perked up. He rubbed his middle finger up your pussy, “God your so soaked (your name)”. He realigned with your hole, easing his dick all the way inside of you. He began to pound inside of you once again, hands gripping at your hips as he did so.

You dug your face into the pillow in front of you, concealing your moans, your fingers gripped the sheets. “(Your name) I’m going to cum….” He breathlessly confessed, followed by low groans. This set you off, “Simon….stay just like that. I’m so close…” You moaned out from the side of the pillow, crying out to him, the mascara you once had on your lashes smearing off.

At the moment you both had came, his semen coding your vagina walls. Heat pulsing and back arching, a wave of crashed over you, your legs trembled at the hard climax. You where basically quivering. Ghost had pulled out of you, almost collapsing on top of you, the pleasure he had just experienced was astronomical. He went and grabbed a damp towel, helping you clean up before he untangled his body with yours, lifting your body on top of his.

“You where right….I’ll come to you then that toy”

This made Ghosts night, but you knew you where going to get shit from Soap in the morning.

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✦ ݁˖ König ✦ ݁˖

nsfw/smut oneshot, fem!reader, masturbation, dirty talk, male orgasm, phone sex

You and König have been on the phone only 5 minutes, he had called you to let you know he was finally finished with his mission and he would be home tomorrow night. Suddenly König was being extra quiet which wasn’t really like him since he’s was quite talkative with you over the phone and in person, but that’s until you heard a low groan come from the other line, making you stop in the middle of your sentence and listen closer.

“König?”

You call to him, hearing nothing but muffle movement as if he was losing connection. “König?” You said a little louder into the phone, only hearing nothing on the other line.

“Yes dear?”

His thick german accent rung through the phone. König was listen intensely to your voice, his hand working up the shaft of his dick. “Are you okay? You stopped talking…” You asked him softly, only hearing a small pleasurable sigh.

“I’m f-fine…..J-just keep talking…”

He told you, waiting to hear your voice once again, fucking the palm of hand in sexual frustration, he was choking his words out. You furrow your eyebrows as he told you to continue, you wanted to hear how his mission was but-

“(Your name)……please continue….”

His voice caught you off guard as he sounded desperate for you to talk to him more, wanting to hear your sweet words linger out your mouth. “Oh? Why?” You asked him, still not quite knowing what he was doing on the other line.

“Fuck (your name).” He huffs out, almost in an irritated tone. “Just be a good girl and continue talking for me”.

Your eyes had widened, finally understanding what he was doing, biting your bottom lip as you grinned. “Does it feel good honey?” Your voice sweet and seductive as you spoke, making König stroke himself faster, “Yes..” His voices sounded raspy and shaky, it made your stomach tingle, your thighs squeezed, rubbing together, giving some friction against yourself.

“Darling.” He cooed out, a shaky groan escaping him.

“Tell me how you want me to touch you right now” He muttered, almost embarrassed to say it. You let out a soft chuckle before speaking.

“I want you to hold my waist tightly as your bury your cock into my pussy…” You tell him, you could feel yourself getting wet through your panties just thinking about it. König let out another audible groan, a soft whimper leading out.

“Fuckin hell….I want you so bad (your name).”

You could hear his breath quicken before you continued.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, rub my clit with your thumb as you whisper nothing but praises and lewd things into my ear.”

König’s eyes closed, his dick rutting up against the palm of his hand, only imagining that it was your plush pussy clenching around it. Fuck he wishes you were here with him. He wanted the real thing. Not his calloused hands.

König let a pleasurable moan, pre-cum started to leak out of his tip. His pace had quickened faster by the second when you spoke to him, your voice being a addictive drug in which he was getting high. His legs trembled softly, his hips bucking sloppily upwards, a wave of pleasure washed over him, a louder moan coming from the phone indicated he had finally finished.

His cum leaking from his tip, running down his hand, coding his fingers. All you could do was listen to him, imagining how pretty he must have looked when he came. You where turned on by the fact he reached his climax, just from hearing your voice.

“Did you cum baby?”

You ask him, hearing a low ‘mhm’ from the other line.

You smiled, “Good boy…” You tell him, praising him lightly, wanting to be there to give him tender kisses.

“Thank you, schatz. Now, let me get all cleaned up then I want to hear the rest of your day…”

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☆ Anakin Skywalker ☆

nsfw/smut oneshot, gn!reader, blow job, male orgasm

Anakin’s moans echoed throughout the room. You had been giving him a blowjob for the past 10 minutes, edging him to the point he was begging for you to finish him off.

“(Your Name)- please….”

His voice cracked softly, his hands above his head. He had been bounded by the wrists — which was his idea, not yours, he was complying at your request to be dominant for the night.

Your cheeks had hallowed as you sucked him off, your movements incredibly gentle as you cup his balls in the palm of your hand, your tongue swirling at the head of his cock. His eyes crinkle shut, nose slightly wrinkles in pleasure.

This was like torture. Delicious torture. You pulled away from his cock as you felt it twitch in your mouth knowing he was about to cum in that second, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you. You lick a a slow, delicate stripe from the head of his cock down to his balls, your tongue flattens against his length as you bring it back up to his aching, rosy tip.

You could see a small amount of cum drip from the tip, making you chuckle to yourself, you look up at him with half lidded eyes, your heart skipping a beat as you see his flushed face that was looking directly at you. His pupils were black and blown, his blue irises staring daggers of lust and frustration into you.

The way you teased him surprised him. The way you where edging him till he was about to break, the way your tongue would dance on his cock made his head spin. His tip feeling all sorts of sensitive as you pampered it with kisses, he reached to the point where he was losing patience, he wanted to cum so bad it was fucking with him.

He wanted to watch you swallow his cum, let him go from these restraints so he could fuck you. His hips buck up against your face needing, a whining moan catches in his throat as you tease him.

“Please, (Your Name), I’m begging you…let me cum.”

His whiny voice was like music to your ears.

“Only because you asked so sweetly.”

Your voice smooth as honey before your mouth wrapped back around the head of his cock, you could hear as he let out a satisfying sigh, his head leaning back against the head board.

Your mouth was warm and so wet, your saliva coding his cock, tongue flatting at the base, dragging upwards. Anakin’s jaw clenched as you started to roll your head up and down his length lazily as you force your head down, your nose about to hit the lower part of his stomach, his pubes tickling the tip of your nose. You gag slightly from the feeling of him filling your mouth. The way your throat tightened against the tip of his cock was heavenly to him, a moan whimpered from him, he could feel as a pool of arousal filled him.

His hips bucking up softly as your head bobbed on his cock quicker in pace, the sensation that was coming was impeccable that it sent a shiver up his spin. The muscles of his thighs flexing under your touch.

It’s so lovely to you as Anakin gives himself to you as he allows you to have control over him, making him feel good and not yourself, your cheeks feel flushed as you feel his heavy gaze look down at you: you could hear the jingle from his restraints as he wants to tug them off and touch you.

Your eyes look up at him as you suck his length halfway, your tongue flicks over the slit of his tip causing a achy groan come from him. The twitching of his cock gives you a signal that he close, a dribble of saliva drooling down your chin.

Anakin’s eyes flutter shut once again, a deep groan escaping him. It made you smirk — he is usually silent when the both of you have sex, he’s not this vocal — you use his moans as encouragement.

You feeling his cock twitch in your mouth, a pitch moan coming from him before he cums. Warm, tangy, white cum strings down your throat, your tongue flattening.

You could hear as Anakin spews lovely moans above you, his muscles tense under your touch, your fingers grip at his thighs to keep him still. Your breathing had steadied and you finished swallowing his seed. Anakin steadied his tensed body from the impacted orgasm that he just had. After he was done twitching your mouth slowly began to glide off of him, your saliva glistening off his cock.

He was still hard, tip a rosy pink from frustration, a small bead of cum dribbling down. His blue eyes staring down at you half lidded.

“Let me out of these restraints…”

His voice was almost in a hushed tone, in a command, you excitedly pulled yourself up to release him, the cuffs being tossed. As he was freed, his hands were on you immediately, fingers digging into the fat of your hips, pulling you flush against him.

“Now this is where the fun begins…”

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𝜗𝜚 Leon Kennedy 𝜗𝜚

nsfw/smut, afab!reader, p in v, dom!leon, clit stimulation

“Fuck (Your name).”

He grunts, his hands roaming your sweet warm body stopping at each divot and sighing at the perfection of your skin as his dick pounds into you. You were so wet, which made it easy for him to glide his dick in and out of you.

His hand ran between your sweaty bodies, thumb finding your clit, rubbing circular motions to build into your orgasm. Your thighs twitched, hand gripping at his wrist from the overwhelming pressure.

“So responsive…”

He cooed.

He had your right leg draped behind his leg, in a side cuddle sex position making it to where you were spread wide for him, making easy access for him.

Your breasts bounced at his rhythmic pace, his hips smacking into the fat of your ass, both of your moans manipulating into one another.

His lips were brushed against the shell of your ear, whispering sweet words and praises to you. It made a shiver go down your spine, soft moans and whimpers coming from your innocent mouth. The tip of his dick rutting into your g-spot, making your vagina walls clench and unclench around him, lower back pressing into him.

At the feeling of your hand gripping at his waist from behind, trying to grip him as he fucks you, he’d only pull you more into his chest, teeth nipping and tongue soothing the bites along the side of your neck.

Your hips rolled back, trying to match the fast rhythm Leon was using. A whine left him, cock twitching inside of you at the feeling. He was close but you were closer. And he was aching for you to cum once more on his cock.

The sounds of skin slapping echoed through out the room, moans, groans, and whimpers following. The smell of sex and aroma filled the room—hot and thick—making your head spin. The sheets beneath sticky and wet.

The sensation of Leon’s fingers against your hot clit paced more in circular motions feeling your orgasm wash through you like a missal, whimpering out, lower body jerking upward.

Leon’s pace slowed along with his fingers, working you through your orgasm, feeling as your gummy walls clenched around him, hips twitching lazily, breathing uneven. His eyes flickered down as he slowly pulled out of you, settling his cock between your wet folds, nudging at your clit, seeing your arousal glistening along the base.

Leon chuckled lightly, fingers slowly dragging up your side before before gently grabbing the side of your face, pulling you into a kiss, nipping at your already swollen lips from earlier kisses. His hips started slowly moving, letting you feel his still hard cock run along your outer lips.

He peppered light kisses on the corner of your mouth and cheek, hand leaving your face, and moving down to his cock. He pumped himself, breath catching. He nudged the tip against your hole, easing himself back into your warmth. Your brows pinched together, gripping him.

“Leon…”

You sighed, leaning back into him. You just had finished cumming on him, pussy still numb and tingly from your orgasm. His teeth dragged over your pulse point.

“Another one won’t hurt, right? Besides…I still haven’t came yet.”