"Take both my heart and soul, for they truly belong to you. Doth devotes thy self as I do, m'love." ā” 18 at the moment ā” INTJ personality type ā” PROSHITTERS DO NOT INTERACT ā”
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022) Starter Pack
New to the fandom and don't know where to start? āØ
What is Modern Warfare II?
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare IIĀ is a 2022Ā first-person shooterĀ video gameĀ developed byĀ Infinity WardĀ and published byĀ Activision. It is a sequel toĀ the 2019 reboot and serves as the nineteenth installment in the overallĀ Call of DutyĀ series.
Like its predecessor, the game takes place in a realistic and modern setting. The campaign follows multi-national special operations unit Task Force 141 andĀ Mexican Special ForcesĀ unit Los Vaqueros as they attempt to track down terrorist Hassan Zyani, who is in possession of American-madeĀ ballistic missiles.
A sequel, titledĀ Modern Warfare III, is scheduled to be released intoĀ Call of Duty HQ, on November 10, 2023.
What is Task Force 141?
Task Force 141 is Ā a joint multi-national special operations task force and counter-terrorism military unit formed by CaptainĀ John Price, consisting of the best hand-picked operators special forces units can offer.
Despite having an unknown number of members, the most well-known and the ones we follow during the campaign are Captain John Price, Lieutenant Simon ''Ghost'' Riley, Sergeant Kyle ''Gaz'' Garrick, Sergeant John ''Soap'' MacTavish, and Colonel Alejandro Vargas (allied member).
What if I can't play the game?
If you'd like to see the campaign to understand and get to know the characters better, I will attach a gameplay video with no commentary! It's 5 hours, but the campaign is so good you can basically watch it like a movie.
I will also attach a compilation of voice lines from the main characters from multi-player, which give us some extra peeks at the personality of the characters and how they act in stressful situations.
Simon ''Ghost'' Riley - Voice Lines
Johnny ''Soap'' MacTavish - Voice Lines
Kyle ''Gaz'' Garrick - Voice Lines
Captain John Price - Voice Lines
Colonel Alejandro Vargas - Voice Lines
And despite König not being part of the campaign, I will also attach his voice lines as he's a character I write about often.
König - Voice Lines
Where can I find the Ghost comic?
You can read the original comic that goes into detail about Simon Riley and the creation of Ghost right here!
If you'd like to read some character studies, I will also be attaching some character studies I've made based on research about comics, voice lines, and the campaigns. I will be creating more in the future with TF141 Characters!
Simon ''Ghost'' Riley - Character Study
König - Character Study
If you're new to my page, besides the character studies for Ghost, I have other posts talking more about his character and the way I write him!
Here and here.
If you'd like to read some of my fanfics, feel free to check out my Masterlist!
This is insanely stupid, but no hate to any of my other favorite writers, every time I'm reading a new piece of fanfiction, I assume that you wrote it until I remind myself its said creator š (hope you don't mind me interacting so much)
oh those poor other writers maoooo don't tar them with my brush!! not when i'm sat here with my silly little scribbles entirely absent mindedly like this all the time
ā¦..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Ā
HII omg so sorry for flooding your inbox but i have a lot of ideassss
reader being insecure cuz they have small breasts? and william has to show them they're worth </333
-š§ anon
just william fucking you slowly, plunging his cock all the way inside of you and stuffing you full until you canāt breathe, then pulling all the way out until you whine about how empty you are. he has one hand supporting your back while the other cups your chest, fingers pinching your nipple while his mouth works the other one.
every lick, bite, and pinch is sent straight to your core, making you clench around him tight. every mewl that falls from your lips is replied to with a moan into your chest by william.
āmmāi love these tits, baby. you were made for me and there isnāt one thing i would change about you.ā he kisses over your breasts as he murmurs only the sweetest praises to you. āsay it. tell me that youāre beautiful.ā
āoh, fāwilliam,ā you gasp, and he pinches harder to get your attention. āah! i-iām beautiful, iām beautiful!ā
āthatās what i thoughtā¦ā and his lips find their way back to your buds.
he draws orgasm after orgasm from you using just his hands and mouth, only stimulating your poor little nipples. he goes through your tears and twitches until he knows that itās stuck in your brain that your small breasts are the sexiest thing in the world. he sucks a hickey into the side of one of them during one of your orgasms, and another one before you fall into overstimulation. he ends with his head between your boobs, falling asleep soundly on them.
the entire experience is the only thing you can think of from now on, whenever you look at yourself in the mirror. youāre more confident now, and william thinks it was some of the best sex you two have ever had. he makes sure to always pay extra attention to your perky little nipples during sex from now on because without a doubt, making you cum through your nipples has become the most attractive thing to him.
Please please please pretty please can you do an Arkham Knight Riddler cunnilingus? I NEED that filthy DISGUSTING old man to eat me out!š¤¤
Arkham!Riddler x Fem!Reader
word count: 8.3k
anon thank you for rekindling my ability to wax lyrically about this absolute loser, i truly spent so much time on this and it made me so happy to do what i love: think about this perfect beautiful horrible man going sloppy on the puss š
notes on reader: i wrote this with fem!reader in mind and reader has a vagina but no gendered terms are used ('my dear' is the only pet name i believe), no skin tones, no hair length or colour, no markers for reader except they are wearing pants, not much physical movement but is able to spread their legs, hop up onto a table and rest on their arms
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thank you to lovely @/starlightsearches for checking the pace for me!!
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minors DNI!! š cw: oral sex, and a metric shit ton of it, dirty talk to a degree, fingering, cumming (both), dialogue heavy because it's meeeeeee
"I'm sorry, but I don't think you're going to convince me, Eddie."
As with every disagreement between you and your employer, you approached it tentatively, but with glee. Edward Nigma was fiery when enraged, and it didn't take much to get him there. And while you normally delighted in riling him up for the sake of it, this time you were arguing because you believed you were right. After all, he was still Edward. He could argue until his pallid face became blue, or more likely bright red, but you couldn't imagine his claims were anything but fabricated and egomaniacal delusions. No one who willingly named themselves The Riddler could be quite as well-versed sexually as he happened to be stating as fact. And given it was such a personal point of contention, you knew you could get some joy out of seeing him scramble to convince you.
"I hate to be insubordinate, b-"
"But you will try your best to persevere."
Eddie interrupted you with the casual, quick witted cruelty that came so naturally to him, and you rolled your eyes as you continued in spite of his comments. After all, his dismissive attitude had only encouraged you to keep going, dead set now on engaging him, and refusing to back down from the argument. Especially if he was going to be so childish.
"But! If you'll let me speak. I hate to be insubordinate but I will be. Since I know how much you hate thatā¦" The sarcasm spilled forth so easily, your own specialty, the familiar tone you took in any disagreements the two of you had as you worked together. You gave it as good as you got from him. It was likely one of the few reasons he kept you employed, because as much as he liked to be right, he loved an argument so much more. "But. I will have to argue with you here, Eddie. I just don't picture you as⦠Like⦠That kind of guy."
He remained focused on his work, his eyes never moving from his tools or his hands, only a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth a sign that he was still listening, smiling at your inability to find the right words. So you continued, desperate to hook him in.
"I mean, you're just⦠You're like⦠Not the opposite, exactly, but⦠I've just never seen you with anyone. So I always figured you were kind of inexperienced. Which isn't a bad thing of course!"
Now you had him. Hook, line and sinker. Eddie had actually put down his tools and had turned his entire body to face you, wearing a scowl on his face that shifted the goggles he wore above his forehead into a slant. It was no longer idle chit chat, no more a playful argument that he suspected he would win eventually either through his determination or your lack thereof. Your belief that he was simply bragging falsely about his skills in an attempt to boost his ego or confidence had bruised his ego, insulted his reputation. The rage was to be expected, and as much as you knew that getting him into that state would result in a long-winded lecture, you had continued to tease him anyway. And now you would suffer the consequences.
"Oh, you poor misguided creature. Do you think if I had any guests around that qualified or quantified my experience that you would know about them? My personal life is none of your business. Surely I remind you of this frequently enough for it to have settled into the surface level, minuscule ridges of your otherwise smooth brain, no?"
"You say that, but here you are, trying to convince me th-"
"It's not as though, within the boundaries of this one particular argument, that I am divulging every single physical or sexual encounter I have ever had!"
Eddie's teeth fell together, upper jaw gritting against the lower as he tried to calm himself down. He knew all too well that become frantic and loud was a sign of desperation, and he wanted to convince you without making a fool of himself. So with a deep breath and a renewed focus, he continued at a lower tone.
"I am simply stating to you that I am exceptionally skilled in all areas, including those matters. In everything, I am studious and practised. You have seen me take on tasks fresh and new only to become adept and expert in them within seconds.
The desperation in his voice had risen once more. He couldn't help it. You were so frustrating, so irritating, so ignorant to all evidence to the contrary to be able to suggest that there might be something out there in the world that he wasn't good at.
"Why do you find it so hard to believe that when it comes to the particular art of cunnilingus, that I might be sub-par!?"
Eddie was furious now, frothing through his clenched teeth as he raised his voice which had, much to his chagrin, taken on a whining and frantic tone as he became more determined to convince you. And the fact that he was behaving in such a manner over something you viewed as trivial, perhaps even inconsequential as far as you were concerned, was a little bit funny. So much so that you couldn't help but giggle a little as you spoke, trying to keep your answer light in order to relieve some of the tension. You offered him a shrug as you offered up your reply, watching as his face turned a light shade of pink.
"Maybe because you call it cunnilingusā¦"
Your found your own comment hilarious, having to purse your lips in an unnatural manner to hold in your laughter. Eddie, on the other hand, did not find it amusing in the slightest.
"So, because I am formal and educated, that means I can't be good at something? A million academics worldwide might disagree with that."
"You're not an academic though."
Now you were hitting him where it hurt. His status amongst those he refused to call peers was always a source of contention, a particularly soft spot. Eddie could argue all he wanted that he didn't require formal certification or recognition to know he was smarter than everyone else, but knowing some of his fellow criminals had a title, held doctorates, did rub him the wrong way. But that was an argument, regretfully, for another time. He had to stay focused.With a furrowed brow, he pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and took in a deep breath, releasing it with a growl.
"And what would you rather someone like me called it, then? Hm?"
As always, he had you cornered. His intellect was hard to beat. You were caught short of an answer. Or maybe it was more that saying the words you would usually use but in front of Eddie seemed like breaking a rule or crossing a line. You could feel yourself cringing in embarrassment just from thinking them in his presence even. Silence filled the space between you as you prayed that he would move on from this, but he never was one for letting things go.
"Oh, now it seems you're suddenly short on words? Nothing to say? Cunnilingus isn't an appropriate term for you, but you can't think of a good enough replacement? A shocking lack of foresight or your own argument, but I shouldn't be too surprised."
Heat flushed over your skin as he stepped out from behind his desk and took one solitary step towards you. Under any other circumstances his repetition of such a ridiculously formal term might have elicited either immature giggling or no reaction from you at all, but hearing Eddie now enunciate each syllable sent a shiver through you, and you could feel yourself tensing to try and avoid the warmth of arousal settling in. Futile, ultimately, as he continued.
"Shall I help you to come up with some alternatives? Do you need me to assist you in this, as well as everything else I ask of you? Perhaps you would rather me say that I'm an expert in 'eating someone out'? That I can 'devour pussy' better than anyone else who would claim to? Or I can profess that there isn't a chance that my skilful tongue couldn't conjure an orgasm from your wet, eager cunt?"
Each sentence was underscored by a few paces closer to you, the genuine filth he spewed for the first time since you'd met him punctuated by the decrease in space between his form and yours. Leaning back against the desk for support was your only option for stabilisation as you felt your body weakening, in resolve and physically. Your clit throbbed, a jolt that tickled through you, and you pressed your thighs together as though that would stop your juices from spreading onto your underwear anymore than they already had. But there was no hope for you, as Eddie was now standing before you, a cruel expression worn on his face, giving him the look of someone who believed they had already won before the fight had truly started.
"I propose a solution, my dear. And while normally I don't feel like I have to provide any kind of evidence to my skill set, I suspect it might be the only thing to make you cease this imbecilic insistence that you know all. Said solution would be to show you. To provide you with concrete proof."
Nerves began to bubble in your chest, bile rising in your throat as your body considered whether throwing up might be a reasonable response to what you assumed Eddie was offering you. It seemed like the kind of thing you might have blearily imagined, dreaming it up out of the confines of your deeply buried and lust filled desires. Hearing what you wanted to hear, and not what he had actually just said out loud in the real world. Instead of nervous retching, you decided to play stupid, hoping to buy yourself some time. Because embarrassing yourself by seeming like an idiot was far better than embarrassing yourself by seeming eager to take up an opportunity that wasn't actually being offered.
"H-how would you, uh, show me?"
Eddie smiled, a cruel grin that spread into his gaunt cheeks, wider and wider as he relished in your obvious fluster and the clear fact that you so badly wanted his demonstration.
"Don't force an act of stupidity, dear. Especially not when it comes so naturally to you. You know precisely how I would achieve a display of my skills. And do you see any other suitable subjects around? Am I expected to go up to the surface and find a potential victim to waste my energy on when I have a perfectly willing one right here?"
He spread his hand outwards, fingers fanning open in your direction, like he was showcasing you as a prize on some insane post-watershed game show.
"Is this a trick? Am I supposed to say no so that you can say I have no proof that you're wrong? Or do you actually⦠Want me to agree? Or is it that I say yes and then you-"
"I want you to believe me. I want you to know that I'm right, as always. Whatever that takes. Whatever I have to do. That's what I want."
"Fuck." You clasped your hand over your mouth, hoping the meaning behind the outburst wasn't too obvious, but from the sinister smirk Eddie wore, you could tell he had you figured out. So you stumbled over your words, not wanting to give him a second to be able to fluster you further. "OK, so⦠You do⦠that⦠to me⦠And I'm guaranteed to think you're the best? It settles the argument?"
A deep, withheld chuckle slipped out so delightfully through his throat and over his lips and you felt it change the steady beat of your heart's rhythm.
"If you give me even just five minutes to work at your dirty, desperate hole, I will show you something so extraordinary you'll never think of another person again. It will make you ache for me for the rest of your pointless life, and you will chase the high with no success of replicating the feeling I can give you. But it'll be definitive proof of my skills, at least."
"Fuck." There was no point in pretending anymore. No reason to hide your shock. "Well⦠Where do you want me?"
Eddie raised his eyebrows, surprised at how quickly you had come on board, but he maintained the upper-hand as he uttered yet another phrase you would have sooner believed had come from a dirty paperback than from the mouth of The Riddler.
"I could shatter your entire belief system anywhere and under any circumstances. So please, cater to your own comfort. The desk, the floor. I'll even happily take you upstairs to my bed if you so choose."
You had already begun to shake your head before being able to speak. Not his bedroom. That would be too much in one day. Having Eddie doing his best work at your cunt and seeing the environment in which he slept? That was far more excitement than you thought you could take.
"The desk. The desk is fine."
"As you wish."
More than a few awkward moments of pure silence and stillness passed between you both before you excitedly, and somewhat clumsily, hopped up onto the desk behind you, hauling your body up on arms that trembled under the stress of wanting to make sure you kept yourself desirable enough for Eddie to follow through. And then another minute ticked by, oh so painfully slowly. You didn't know what to say or how to start things off. Truth be told, you expected Edward might do that since this was his idea and he had claimed to be the experienced one. Luckily, he did eventually break the tension by spitting his next words at you, irritated yet again by what he believed to be your bad habit of appearing thoughtless, gormless even, in the face of what for you was great difficulty.
"You will have to take off the clothes on your bottom half. Your underwear too. I'm exceptional, but not a magician. Or were you waiting there so lazily, expecting me to do that? Perhaps if you lay back and let me take care of everything my efforts will be worth a few more points in your books?"
"You can if-"
"I was being facetious, dear. I insist you do at least some of the work involved. This isn't solely about giving you satisfaction, though it is ultimately the end goal. It is more important, however, for me to be proven right, thank you very much. So do the bare minimum and present yourself to me."
Your heart rose up into your throat, but at least with that statement you could consider permission now secured. And so your nervous hands moved to the front of your pants, fumbling with the button and zipper under Eddie's watchful and impatient eye. When he let out a long and deep exhale from his nose, you gave up and instead began tugging at the waist to slide them down over your form, past your thighs, your knees, and then to your ankles where you let them pool on the floor at your feet. A quick step to the side followed by a gentle kick and you had moved them out of the way. Now you had to face the scary part. Taking off your underwear. It felt like it was the true point of no return. He would see you, nude and exposed. From the waist down, at least. And there really was no other reason to be naked in his presence, to have your underwear off in Edward Nigma's work room, except for what was certainly going to happen once you were finally free of your clothes. It sealed your fate. It was definitive.
Trembling fingers that no longer felt like they belonged to you teased at the elastic band of your panties before your thumbs hooked under it and took hold, easing them down not too slow and not too fast, but definitely with the distinct air of overthinking an act that truly would requite no thought under normal circumstances. And the whole time, Eddie watched you, admittedly a little unsure of what he should be doing with himself in that moment. Looking away might make him seem prudish, or even rude. Or, worst still, could be misconstrued as an admission of his interest beyond the argument. On the other hand, staring too intensely could prove to be off-putting, discomforting, sleazy. It upset him to think he might not have the right answer, but at least he knew his brain was firing adequately even with your distraction to provide him with all the potential solutions and outcomes.
In the end, he settled on making a concerted effort to look at your hands, then to your legs, a quick look to the left of your face after that in an attempt to avoid eye contact but to provide the illusion of it, and finally back down once more to your hands. It was all an act, though. He could fix his eyes, his whole head, in any direction, never once directly facing what you were revealing, but in his peripheral he could still see you exposed to him. Your sex, hidden for so long but dreamt of so frequently, something he would deny wholeheartedly even to himself. Now, though, it was harder to pretend that he wasn't the least bit keen on seeing so much of you. As he stole glances at your mound, he could feel saliva pooling in his cheeks, his lips parting with a silent breath as he watched you nudge your underwear over by your pants. His fingers tensed, closing into a fist and then relaxing quickly, surreptitiously, as he studied the way you leaned back on your hands outstretched behind you, hips jutting ever so slightly forward and pushing your core towards him.
Trying to swallow the accumulating saliva without his Adam's apple bobbing too violently and giving his hunger away, he was suddenly aware of the fact that he might have been even more into this than he thought he was. There was something in the control of it. You were allowing him to prove himself, yes, that was a mutual understanding. But he was the one who told you to remove your clothing, and you had done so dutifully without question. And now there you were, presenting yourself to him. But he had to remain focused on the task at hand.
With a quick self-chastising, he was back on form. But the lingering knowledge that he was so desperate for you, wanting to taste you, keen to please you, did make him wonder if he might be giving himself even more of an edge than he believed himself to have in the first place. Desperation, after all, could easily win him over. Pleading? Begging? If he was on the receiving end of that kind of pathetic display he would find his ego stroked and his mind swimming. It made sense to assume that you would feel the same to know how keen he was. Not that he intended on giving too much of his desires away, but perhaps a little flavour of how he could woo you might tip the scales even further in his direction.
He'd mused over it long enough now. He had to get on with it. Before the nerves could settle in and he made a fool of himself for his earlier proclamations of expertise.
Taking on the brunt of this experiment finally, now that you had done all you could, Edward finally moved closer to you, settling himself directly in front of your body. From the close proximity where he stood you could feel the warmth of his breath, the stale scent of coffee behind it. The scent of his body was strong, the tang of deodorant used as a replacement for a shower that morning, an attempt to cover up the smell of his sweat rather than get rid of it. And you considered it lucky that the musk of his own odour was still identifiable. And luckier still, when your eyes drifted to his, you could see he was now laser focused. No amount of nerves were going to get in the way of him doing what he had to do. Without even realising it deeper than on a primal, natural level, you knew you could let him take over. And he did so without much more hesitation.
Edward's hands were on your knees first, his palm resting against them for a few seconds as he assumed it was a good idea to let you adjust to the notion of there being physical contact between you. It was an astute assumption for him to make, obviously, as the moment the surprising warmth of his palms touched your body, you twitched. And as much as it was clear on the outside, internally you were freaking out even more. Of course, not for any negative reason. It was only because he genuinely had never touched you in any way before, and certainly not bare skin to bare skin. Pathetically voracious, you felt another surge of hear from your cunt, warm and wet immediately from nothing more than what could have been an accidental graze against you under any other circumstances. That pule of excitement rang through you, and recognised it, knew it so well. Sharp, but dull. Sweet, but stinging. The kind of sensation that flooded your nervous system, every inch of you on high alert resulting in your skin prickling and hairs standing on end in anticipation of more, more, more.
It was so hard to believe this was happening. Months of restless and highly ambitious pining, directly in contrast to his cold, stoic indifference towards you had brought you to the conclusion that to him, you would be nothing more than an irritation that knew how to make his coffee well enough that he kept you around. And while he might only be doing this to prove a point, you would have taken the opportunity under any circumstances, as miserably pitiful as that made you seem.
As you let your mind wander, hoping the distraction would keep you from reaching your climax before he'd even done anything to you, Eddie was centred, immersed entirely in the present. With complete understanding of what the act would do to you, and hoping for a dramatic scene to play out in front of him as a consequence, he pushed your legs apart, forceful and commanding, spreading them slowly. He was keen to get a better angle at you. And, just as he expected you would, you moaned softly in response, a sound you had no intention of making and weren't even aware of until far too long after it had escaped your throat so breathily. You whipped your hand up to cover your mouth, snapping it tight over the offending orifice, embarrassed entirely that you were already so receptive, so sensitive, and so wet. It was desperation, clear and simple. Despite him expecting it, the sound still surprised him. It was sensual, light on his ears and deeply indulgent, and it inspired a rumble of appreciation in his own chest that he suspected was low enough you couldn't hear. Though he wouldn't allow himself to make a sound, not quite yet, he did revel in a wicked smile, mean and teasing, as he looked into your eyes to offer a sincere but light-hearted reprimanding.
"Do not stifle any sounds. I consider them to be important feedback, without which this whole affair could be considered adulterated, debased even. I forbid you to withhold anything from me, as it is a requirement of the performer to know what pleases his audience. As such, I expect to hear every single moan, every whimper, every pleading, howling scream for more. Instructional as they are, they also serve as physical evidence to support my argument. Understood?"
You wanted to speak. He wanted you to speak. It would have brought him so much joy to hear you utter an agreement to his terms, to know you were happy to obey his rules. Perhaps, even, to hear you say his name, exhaling it on a sweet breath.
"Yes, sir, Mister Nigma. Of course, Eddie. Whatever you want."
Unfortunately, all you could conjure up in place of a verbal response was a weak nod of your head, mouth open in a silent gasp of shock at the way he was speaking to you, paralysed by the fact that his eyes had yet to move from yours.
In a sudden shift from his position of hovering over you, Edward moved slowly, carefully, to his knees. It was a thought out manoeuvre that told very little of the care he had to take at his age, but which let you in on it just a little. Now below you, he looked up with keen eyes. He craned his neck forwards, taking a painfully slow start to his process. Eventually, you felt the heat of his breath hitting you, the cured warmth of his lips as they came into contact with your thighs. A soft, surprisingly gentle kiss placed against your skin. And then another, this one pressed just next to the one that came before it. Another, and another, the trajectory of their journey suggesting that soon they would be getting closer and closer, moving temptingly near to your cunt. He was right there, just about to reach it, close enough for your entire body to become prickly with heat, and then he switched to the other thigh. Back down, closer to your knee, placing a kiss there to parallel the other side. Another two minutes of those slow, almost sinfully teasing kisses on your bare, quivering thighs. This time, as he got close once again to your core, he leaned in, loose strands of his greasy and unkempt hair tickling as they brushed against your mound. In response to the surprise stimulus, you let out a hissing breath.
The interruption made him pull back, and you worried for a moment that you might have thrown him off his game. But it seemed in reality to have served as nothing more than a reminder to him. he reached one hand up to the top of his head and pulled off his goggles, tossing them carelessly to the side. He couldn't let anything else get in the way, not again. That same hand pushed his hair back, fingers spreading through ti to make sure it combed itself into place, in his usual messily swept back style. And then, with no hint of the same tenderness he had held before in his previous, slow building of tension, Eddie's head fell forward against you. He pressed his nose to your mound, the first physical contact he'd had with your sex, and breathed in deeply. His inhale offered him your scent, and he could almost taste you in the back of his throat and across his tongue as he took it in, letting out one low and slow groan of satisfaction when he could no longer hold that tantalising breath. You were aching for him so thoroughly now, bravely resisting the urge to push his head into you, to wrap your thighs around his neck and shoulders and keep him there. Before you could act on that impulse, however, he had pulled his head back from you, almost as though he were pre-empting your desperate clawing for his attention.
You wondered how much of this was his regular performance and how much of it was tailored as a sort of punishment, teasing that was dedicated to you specifically. Cloying tension meant to make you grateful for the experience when it did arrive. Surely by now he had realised how badly you wanted, or needed, him. He was The Riddler, after all. There was very little doubt in your mind that forcing you to be in a position of only savouring each moment and letting it build up to astronomical levels of greedy, spoiled want was part of the pleasure for him. But it was a mean spirited approach, one you were certain he was well aware of. It seemed cruel even by his usual standards.
Just a short of a total temper tantrum, ready to demand that he get a move on and start before you decided to fire up the argument again, you were silenced into a choked gasp. Eddie had brought his thumbs to you, a firm pressure held to you in the most delicate of places. You were surprised to feel the touch of his hands against the sensitive skin of your folds, expecting him to only use what he needed to. Mouth, lips, tongue. Using those specific tools and no other to get the job done. Instead, he brought his digits into the mix, using them to spread your folds, opening you up to him. You leaned your head back, trying to avoid letting him see the way your eyes were widening, how your mouth opened in quiet glee, how sweat had begun to form on your brow already. Eddie himself could feel his mouth water in response to this new view.
Then, as if he were exploring you finally now that he had the chance to do so, he pressed a finger into your already wet and more than welcoming cunt. Only up to the first knuckle, a tentative step towards more, making sure that his presence was accepted before he went any further.
"Oh⦠Ooooh, myā¦"
If this was just the beginning, then you couldn't imagine how you would be able to last through the whole event that was about to begin unfolding before you. Obviously, you didn't want him to win too easily. But if he kept things going the way they were, the fingers prodding, his thumb reaching to pull back the hood above your clit so he could tap at it with a free finger, his hot, panting breath warming flesh that was already scalding with heat, you weren't sure you would last more than another single second. One firm press against your swollen lips, your twitching bud, and you would be cumming on his fingers before he had even gotten to show off the skills you were supposed to be testing. And you weren't sure how forgiving he would be if you were to succumb to his touch so quickly. You could end up lucky, being offered another orgasm, surprised to find that Eddie was kind enough to keep going in spite of your obvious weakness just to prove the argument in his favour. Or you could be entirely unlucky, as you suspected was more likely. He might call the whole thing off. You couldn't risk that, so you did your best to relax your body, willing it to cool down, focusing on trying to stave off the inevitable.
But, as if he knew you were struggling, Edward suddenly leaned in, pressing the tip of his nose to your clit this time and pushing against it. he was giving himself a better angle from which to press his tongue out against you once he'd achieved the perfect one. He let one long lick of the protruding muscle trace up your slit, then back down halfway where he allowed it to delve further, pressing it deeper between your lips. He pushed his tongue forwards, deeper, as he worked against your folder. Up and down with firm, rigid posture, never quite reaching your clit with the languid laves, until he surprised you by flitting his tongue quickly over the frayed bundle of nerves. He kept this going, back and forth, fast and erratic. The way he worked at you, with seemingly no end in sight to this one particular motion he seemed to have perfected, had you reaching for the edge of the workbench, fingers clenching, painful on your tips and on the joints as you held on with strength you hadn't been aware of having.
Then he stopped, taking the sweet movement away and leaving you with a craving for a fresh, new addiction. To make up for it, and in a somewhat romantic move that stunned you, Eddie placed a soft kiss to your clit. The gesture left you breathless as it moved from closed lips to open ones, his mouth closing around your clit, taking it between his lips to be sucked into his mouth. His tongue was flat against it, moving, writhing, as he consumed your taste in total ecstasy. Flagrantly ignoring all notions of needing to remain somewhat coy or distanced in this, nothing more than a display of his skill, you leaned your head back in a gasping moan and let out exactly how you felt.
"Oh, fuck you, Edward Nigma⦠Fuck you⦠You knewā¦"
And he did. Of course he did. He knew all too well that he was going to win the argument. he knew you wouldn't have stood a chance. And it was your fault for not recognising that, for not seeing the constant pattern in being proved wrong or stupid or thoughtless by him time and time again. You could feel the vibrations of his self-satisfied laugh against your cunt as he bathed in your pleasured irritation. It was gold plated hatred, violent desire and self-flagellation to let yourself be so easily tricked into letting go of your inhibitions, to allow him the satisfaction of not only winning, not only proving, but of knowing now how certain your desires for him were.
The chuckle fell into a constant droning sound as Eddie hummed around your clit, and he let his teeth graze over the stiff ridge, tracing down your hood, only letting go briefly, long enough to offer another kiss as an apology, in sympathy for what he'd done and what he was still intent on doing. The kiss against your bud was followed by another against your heat, wet, swollen lips that were sucked up into his mouth with an eager groan. His jaw dropped enough to take you in entirely, and with his mouth clamped tightly around your core Eddie pushed his tongue forward. It was loaded with saliva, and he let it drip onto you and into you, evidence of the way he was savouring you now coating you completely. He worked at your pussy with exactly the kind of expertise he had claimed before, his tongue wiggling as he breathed heavily against your body. He was growling now as he ate you, devouring you, animal more than human. It was a hunger you'd never seen him exhibit before. Normally, you would never see him eat a full meal, and as you felt him now you wondered if this was actually how he satiated himself. Because no other person had even seemed so feverishly intent on getting deep into you, on inhaling you, ingesting you, tasting you at the back of his throat as he swallowed to greedily and gratefully.
His tongue was pointed, moving quickly against your clit in between bouts of lapping at your insides, deep enough to tickle your core. The muscle was firm, focused and determined, and felt like having a vibrator pressed against you. Better even. Definitely.
"Eddie⦠I⦠This isā¦"
He paused, stopping his ministrations against your sopping wet cunt only to utter a smug response, a tone that was far less affirming and caring than his actions, the kind of sharp and pointed words that didn't seem like they could come out of a mouth that behaved as generously as he'd shown his could.
"I know, my dear. No need to say it. I can already tell."
When he returned to your sex he commenced his acts against your cunt with the same fervour, if not more. No drop in enthusiasm or effort. In fact, he seemed to be getting more erratic, more joyful. Sloppy and careless, as though he's lost all notion of what this was really about and was instead giving into his own desires. It worked all the same, if not to a greater effect. His chin moved up and down, his whole body joining in on the movement eventually, as he let his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, and now his nose and cheeks, drag themselves to and rub themselves against whichever part of you he wanted to feel.
You twitched at the sound of him as he began to moan, louder and louder, a long, droning note that vibrated on your skin and seemed to fill you. The sensation had your whole body trembling, and Eddie managed to remove himself from the fountain of flavour your cunt had become to him, only enough to allow you to catch some of your breath. He'd only left you with a second with which to bring yourself back to the reality of the room before he slipped a finger inside of you. At the very least, you were glad it wasn't his tongue. For all that it spent every day spitting horrid rhetoric and insults at you, working in sarcasm and insults only, it truly was the best you'd ever had. You knew another few seconds of his devilish mouth delivering such contrasting sweetness would have had you cumming, sweat dripping, ace flushing with heat, unable to speak, laying there weak as he delivered a final and self-satisfied 'I told you so.'
But even that one finger, which had felt like such a reprieve, was only him testing the waters, to see how hot and how warm, how adaptable you were. He was seeing how you responded, and given that the response in question was a hip rolling, limbs squirming, breathy moan, he slipped another digit in alongside it. He noticed the way you were holding the table now, your fingernails clawing at the underside, hands shaking, arms not fully capable of supporting you with how limp they now were. He clocked how badly they trembled under the weight of the pleasure he gave you. Your obvious satisfaction brought a lump to his throat, a hunger trying to escape, to push him on. It was a strangled howl that longed to come out.
With a growl, he dove back into you. His fingers remained there, inside, pumping in and out, fucking you in a not-quite-perfect imitation of the want that now danced in his mind. And he took your clit between his teeth once more, hungry for you, desperate. The prize he was chasing was no longer bragging rights, or the satisfactory, egotistical conclusion of being right. Now it was something worth so much more. Now, if he could get this right, he wondered if you would let him show you more. Wondered if you might be willing to return the favour?
It seemed as though his question was answered immediately, as you let one hand free of it's white-knuckle grip on the workbench and instead laced those same tense and tired fingers through his hair. You were taking the reins, trying to claw back a little control over your impending climax, not wanting him to move himself away from the apex of your needs before you were ready for him to. You seemed to be lost in lust, nothing holding you back from demanding what you wanted, and Eddie felt a shiver of anticipation of what might come in the future fall over him. It was enough to have him grunting as he pressed his face into you. And with grated teeth, you expressed the sentiment he was looking for, pushing him deeper, meeting his efforts in the middle.
"I hate to⦠huff⦠admit it⦠But you are a fucking proā¦"
Eddie was practically giddy with lust, your praise expected but nonetheless sending him over the edge into the feral nature he'd been attempting to hold back. He drew himself from you, fingers still thrusting, twisting and curling inside of you, his mouth taking a break. He licked his lips, collected his saliva, and spat onto your cunt, following it up with a groan that came through his clenched jaw. he pressed his forehead to your thigh, his free hand on the other, and spread your legs wider. The hand that gripped his hair had loosened, but he looked you in the eye and demanded you resumed your attempt at what he knew was a false sense of control.
"I'll allow you to push me. Show me you want more. Prove me right, by all means. I'll have you showering me in the evidence of your incorrect assumptions soon enough."
You clenched your fist at the root of his dark hair, biting down hard on your lip to stifle the whine that was most definitely working it's way out of your throat. You tried to move him, but he remained still, impervious to your weakened strength, taking the moment of resolve to tease you further.
"Or is that too vague for you? Too wordy? Too flowery? Should I say that I'll have you creaming? It's more visceral, after all. More accurate, I expect. Or cumming? Hard. And wet. And loud. Let's find out how my victory will sound, shall we?"
Edward removed his finger from your body and opened his mouth. He placed it inside with a low hum, dragging it along his tongue and savouring the taste of you, as though he hadn't just dined on your sinfully wet cunt for what felt like hours. Then, once he was finished with that particular display of filth, the act of licking you from his skin certainly feeling like such to you, he wiped the digit along with his palm down the front of his vest and turned the attention of his hands to your thighs once again. That same touch that started it all, your legs still tingling with the memory of where he'd touched you before exactly. Now, they pressed into the meat of your body, far less gentle, as he felt his stomach rumble. He hungrily returned his mouth to your cunt and began slurping, his tongue firm and hard as he started to fuck you with it. The protruding muscle dove in and out of you, enough to have you squirming under him, and he sighed against you. This was it, the final round, the last lap. He was sure he had already done more than enough to prove himself, so now he could let loose and stop focusing only on the win, allow himself to indulge just a little more than he was already permitting.
His nose was practically inside of you as he tried to get closer and deeper. And his chin was wet and dribbling with your juices as he shook his head from side to side like a wild dog, lewd sounds echoing in the room, popping and sucking and wet smacking as he literally munched at your pussy. Your inner thighs and wet, dripping lips were beginning to burn from the friction of his stubble, and his moans were only growing louder, seeming to fill your ears like cotton. You could hear them, only them, despite the fact that your thighs were clenching so tightly around him that they should be muffled. But they were audible, physical. And that spelled out the end. The vibrations. The novelty of hearing him so loud and joyful, not holding back, not forcing composure. It was all over for you. There was literally no chance you could hold it in any longer.
Before you could warn him to pull back from you, it was too late. You were cumming, hard. Slick spread to his lips, in his mouth, and all of it lapped up by his tongue and swallowed down his slender throat. Eddie moved with you, even as you raised yourself off of the table and began to shake uncontrollably. His lips remained firmly suctioned to your dripping cunt as you came back down to rest, orgasm rolling over, slowly but surely dissipating from a quaking hold to a dull pulse, leaving you with only the warmth of satisfaction coursing through your veins. And even then, he kept going, only slowing down and coming to a stop once your body had ceased trembling and he was sure you were completely finished. It was far from what you expected from him. He didn't tease. He didn't laugh. He didn't stop to brag, as much of a terrible winner as he was.
When he eventually pulled away, however, you could see his smile. Even through your blurred vision you could make out how irritatingly smug it was. And possibly, behind that, was a hint of ecstasy of his own. As much as he'd seemed like he was definitely enjoying himself, however, you couldn't quite convince yourself of it. Your mind kept questioning your lust-addled beliefs. It told you that his grin, the enthusiasm, was all part of the show. You wanted so badly to believe that this wasn't just a one-off. That perhaps he might have developed a taste for you, or that he'd satiated a desire he'd been trying to hide so hard for so long. But the thought seemed far too good to ever be true, so instead you basked in the glow of knowing you'd been allowed to experience what was surely better than heaven at least once.
Eddie finally stood up as you let yourself relax into gratefulness, the rush of painful clarity subsiding as you allowed almost pathetic level of gratitude to sweep it away. Your eyes followed his, staring at him intensely, unable to do anything but watch him. You'd always held a little bit more than just admiration for him, always thought of him as oddly attractive, strangely charismatic, clutching a crush to your chest and never admitting it even to yourself. Now, though, he seemed to different. As though you'd unlocked something new. The inability to view him as anything other than a deeply sexual being. A shrill, piercing realisation that working alongside him would be so much harder now rang through your body. And it would be especially difficult if it were unrequited, as hard as that was to commit to believing given what he'd just done to you.
But as you finally broke your gaze away, not wanting him to be able to see through you into your thoughts in the way he so often did, you happened to catch a glimpse of a slight stain at the front of his pants. That sudden rush of louder groaning on his part made more sense now, and you could finally entertain the thought that he definitely had plenty of fun proving his skills to you. That damp spot was the evidence you required. He was just as weak, just as needy, just as human as you were.
Not realising that you had spotted the mess he'd made of himself, the telltale sign of his own climax spreading and darkening on the front of his pants with each second passing, no doubt warm and sticky against his skin, Eddie attempted to collect himself as casually as he could. He stretched his back until it cracked and then maintained his straightened posture, puffing his chest out in pride. He was smug, pleased with himself beyond reason, even, and satisfied with what he wrongly assumed was his own secret orgasm. His forearm wiped across his mouth and he licked his lips, coughing before he made another sound, trying to regain composure despite the fact that the lingering taste of you on his lips had him twitching and threatening to stiffen again already. He was surprised by that reaction, as much as he'd been surprised at his ability to cum entirely hands-free just from the act of pleasing someone else. At his age, it seemed like another notable skill worth bragging about that he could add to his growing repertoire, though he expected a lot of it had to do with you. The flavour of you, the feeling of you, the way you sounded exactly as he'd imagined you would on the occasions he'd allowed himself to indulge in those fantasies.
Sensing that he was getting carried away again, he focused on the point of this brief change of schedule.
"Ahem⦠I believe I proved my point effectively. If not timely. But you can hardly fault me for that. I take pride in my work, after all, as any expert would. Now⦠I would like you to get back to work, although I will allow you ten minutes to go and wash yourself off. You're no doubt sweating and⦠stickyā¦"
Eddie's eyes drifted back down to your cunt, to your plush thighs where he'd made his mark, eyes widening, cock thickening.
"Ah! I⦠I have to go. I have some things that I have to take care of. Elsewhere."
And with that, he walked out of the work room. He'd have to change his underwear, change his cargo pants too, and he'd make sure to hide the ones he was currently wearing, stained with his cum, in the bottom of his laundry basket. Then, he would allow himself a few minutes of distraction-free privacy to put his eidetic memory to work, committing every second of what he'd just done to you in the vault that was his mind, just in case the opportunity never came up again. Though he imagined he could easily create another argument without you realising he had started it unintentionally, knowing you'd never cease your wittering until he'd given you a proper reason to believe him. You were so easy to trick. And he was so eager to please.
Youāre a strong, independent, working woman with a respectable career.
Thatās what you tell yourself as you let Phillip Graves cover your rent.
You wouldnāt say he was your boyfriend.
In fact, he was just a one night stand turned semi-regular booty call that you picked up from a local country bar almost six months ago.
But you enjoyed the time you spent together. He was a good lay and an intelligent conversationalist.
And he was also observant. So when you were particularly quiet one night, after particularly good sex, too, he noticed.
āWhatās on your mind, darlinā?ā He asked as he lazily stroked your lower back.
āEh.ā You didnāt want to bother him with your troubles. You were used to handling things yourself. That how youād always done it.
But Phillip was a smooth talker and used to not taking no for an answer.
So you eventually fessed up that you were three months behind on rent with no way to catch up. Youād been working double shifts for weeks and you were certain you were about to be evicted.
Later that week, when you went to pay a portion of your outstanding balance, you found the whole thing paid in full.
You racked your brain, trying to figure out how this could have happened. It mustāve been a mistake, right?
But then you remembered telling your resident booty call about your rent problem.
You texted him.
Hey u wouldnāt happen to know about my rent getting paid, would u?
You didnāt hear back from him for almost two weeks.
Sorry. I was out of town for a work thing. How about dinner and weāll talk about it?
As you got ready for dinner the following night, you rehearsed your Iām a capable adult and donāt need your help speech until you had it memorized.
But as he paid the check, you had somehow agreed to let him cover your rent indefinitely.
Your head was spinning as he dropped you off, walking you to your door, and then kissing your cheek like itād been a proper date.
He flashed you a charming southern smile as he drove away.
āWhat the hell just happened?ā You mumbled as you drifted into your apartment.
You certainly wouldnāt say Phillip Graves was your boyfriend, but that was okay, because he already knew you were his wife.
It was alright that you werenāt quite ready to accept that, yet.
ghost:
always so quiet and reserved, seeing you like this is refreshing. so humane
having ur guts rearranged after doubting your lieutenants skills!
dove, you're so needy. but luckily for you, you have a patient, big bf
came back from prices' baby shower now u and si want a baby of ur own, but u can't wait:(
doughy ass bouncing on his long cock that no one's sucked in over a year, thankfully now ur here!
sharing the captains daughter with soap<3
trusting is hard for him, so once he has you, he doesn't wanna let go
warm winter fuck with ur gentle boy
price:
once you taught olderbf!price how to make hotter videos, he thinks he's so much cooler but that old man lives within himši mean look how he's holding the phone!
you feel a big, throbbing thing in your tummy, hopefully he doesn't press down on it D:
when u took him to meet ur parents, you just looked too good not to fuck afterwards :(
as much as he loves his quiet girls, he can't say no to a bubbly one night stand now can he
he didn't wanna have to do this but this IS what bad girls get...
dadsfriend!price taking you upstairs during the bbq. there's so many people so no one will hopefully notice ur gone...
soap:
totally something soap would do, fucking you levitating š
first time having a crush this intense, taking sneaky photos of you, drawing you in his sketchbook, leaving you little gifts anonymously - now that you gave him a chance, he's too shocked to even do anything!
honestly his dream is hot gf x loser guy
he's a messy boy who likes his sex quick!
so so much cum dripping out, it's like your boys' in heaven
filthy gym partner can't keep his hands to himself
only one person can eat you this well when you're sick, soap!
gaz:
your drunk sex was so good, you won't forget it even when you're sober <3
appreciating that pussy with the love and tongue it deserves
so wet and tight like ur ex boyfriend did nothing at all smh, must've been tiny
deeeeep in ur gfs womb!
pretty boy barely ever gets angry, but when price has been on his back the whole week, and now you're giving him attitude - he can't take it anymore!
hot belly bulge - who would've thought from the serene, goofy guy?
graves:
ah, so THAT'S how you passed recruitment i see, interesting...
what a baby, never been with a real woman.
actually a very soft, sensual man. don't mistake him as rough cuz of how he acts at work
lucky shadow of the week gets to record the barracks bunny and graves
kept trying to draw milk out of you but he didn't realise not everyone just...lactates :(he can't stop rewatching this video y'all took, how your greedy pussy just swallows his dick whole :o
purposely just teasing you so he can see u angry
konig:
an efficient way to wake up his beautiful babyāØ
his cold tongue and your warm socks make an interesting contrastš¤
he caught you masturbating all by yourself and you didn't seem to reach ur full potential :(
loser!konig coded, once he finally gets his rough hands on you, it's hard letting a beauty like you go
ruined ur cute little panties smh, greedy big boy
mean colonel punishing his secret fuck buddy after he found out you've started talking to another personš¢
bonus!!: surprise ;)