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2003

[savagecatsuga]

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[retisaint]

what it’s like to be in a secret relationship with satoru. mdni.

you never intended to keep your romantic relationship with satoru a secret from the people you know, especially to your close friends.

breaking the news to them had obviously crossed your mind already. but things happened: shoko and utahime moved to a different city right after their engagement, suguru became extremely busy managing his newly opened cafe downtown, sukuna is on a tournament for professional boxing, and yuki seems to be touring the world (she’s always on vacation!).

planning hangouts with the entire friend group in attendance became elusive. everyone’s schedule just cannot seem to align; one or two people are always unavailable due to schedules set weeks prior.

before you knew it, months had passed. then months turned into a year.

of course, you still have regular communication with one another. you would sometimes come and watch sukuna’s boxing fights in your spare time then drink the night away afterward at his place with other mutual friends. satoru would be there as well. and when it isn’t so busy during the day, suguru would temporarily entrust the cafe to his staffs to meet the both of you over lunch.

aside from that, it has also been a part of your weekly routine to have a video call with the girls to gossip and talk about any happenings from your lives. yes, you could’ve mentioned it during one of the calls, but it just didn’t feel the right way to do so. 

what you and satoru have is not just a fling nor a friends-with-benefits setup. thus, announcing it in person felt imperative. after all, you both share the same close friends so this affects the dynamics of your circle.

though you’d be lying if you say you don’t enjoy the secrecy of your relationship—disappearing from sukuna’s house parties to have a sloppy make out session with satoru in the bathroom, or him sneaking a kiss on your cheek whenever you are on the phone with the girls; he would always wait patiently next to you on his couch, and once your face is slightly out of view from the screen… smooch!

caught off guard, you would turn your camera off and glare at him, but the moron had already run off with a big smile on his face, followed by silent giggles (since your mic is still on) like he had just successfully pulled off a high-risk task.

yes, you like the intimacy of a secret relationship. how you and satoru share the same truth only you can touch. there is a certain thrill that could never be experienced in an ordinary relationship, and you found it to be quite addicting.

one time, suguru pointed out how you and satoru would often arrive at the meet up place together. always coming from the same direction at the same time, he said. you just shrugged off and feigned innocence by calling it a mere coincidence.

later on while enjoying the meal, satoru sneakily moved his hand under the table to caress your thigh underneath the dress, as if teasing you for how you spouted a white lie off your mouth so naturally. he drew slow and lazy circles over your soft skin as he simultaneously talked to suguru in front.

satoru did it in such a casual manner, not even sparing you a look, and thus, he was oblivious about the redness on your cheeks and the brewing desire in your core. you pressed his fingers, a signal for him to stop, but all you got from your boyfriend was a quick glance and a mocking smirk. 

soon after, you excused yourself to go to the restroom; he then followed the lead saying, he just needs to make a phone call. 

and there in the cramped restroom cubicle, satoru pulled his slacks and boxers down, clung your thigh over his arm, and pulled your underwear to the side. the way he did it was so abrupt and impatient you swore you heard a thread snap from your lace thong. 

he fucked you with much eagerness and gentle frustration; you can tell that he, too, was craving for your body just as you were craving for his—as if the pretense that afternoon had been too unbearable and all he wanted was to be all over his girlfriend.

you held onto satoru’s shoulders for support, gave his neck wet kisses as he pulled his massive cock in and out of you. the tissue dispenser mounted on the partition next to you rattled from how hard he was thrusting into your wet and tight pussy. squelching sounds and your breathy moans fused with the distant indiscernible chatter from customers filled up the space.

sure, the thrill of it was fun and exciting. but enough time has gone by. and both of you are growing tired of treading the line between secrecy and passion. satoru wants to share his love for you to other people. he craves of being able to hold your hand in the streets—when you’re walking alongside each other—without the fear that a mutual friend might see. he wants to take you out on a date at his favorite fancy restaurants, not just to the hole-in-the-wall cafes. the takeouts at his place were also just as fun because it’s always followed by rough sex on his bed. but. but. satoru yearns for more. he wants to flaunt you, his oh so lovely girlfriend.

you have this pure and honest love resting on the palm of your hands—still growing and vulnerable—and a voice inside your head wants you to keep it hidden. it whispers in your ear telling you to just leave things as they are; no one can ruin something they have no knowledge about. but the better part of you knows that a relationship shadowed by limitations would never prosper and last. what you feel for satoru doesn’t have to be loud—it only has to be free.

and so you’ve made up your mind.

shoko and utahime’s wedding will be held today and it’s your chance. of course you don’t want to steal the thunder from the soon-to-be newlyweds, so you plan to do it tomorrow, during the post-wedding lunch with the close friends. everyone—shoko, utahime, yuki, suguru, and sukuna—will be there and you refuse to let this opportunity pass.

the first thing you notice as you enter the bride suite is the makeup lined up on the vanity tables—liquid foundations in different shades, eyeshadow palettes from multiple brands, and lipsticks in every possible shade imaginable. and there–sitting in one of the vanity chairs—is your best friend utahime. you read the word written on the back of her chair—in white font and a beautiful cursive it says ‘bride’. you see her smile from the mirror reflection.

you ask if she’s nervous. utahime just shakes her head; she says she’s never been more sure about anything ever in her life.

you hate to admit it but you are a sucker for weddings. the abundance of love radiating from everybody never fails to make you emotional. friends and families. friends turned into families. celebrating the union between two people. the wedding vows. the lengthy speeches during the reception. they collectively pull the lever to your fountain of tears.

when it is your turn to have your makeup done, you sit at one of the unoccupied vanity chairs. the future newlyweds went all out and hired four hair and makeup artists so the preparation is more efficient.

minutes later, as the artist is applying eyeshadow on your lids, you hear a familiar ringtone.

your ringtone.

yuki, whose makeup is already finished, grabs your phone from a nearby couch and looks at the screen. “someone is calling you- who is this ‘my love’?” she asks with an inquisitive tone.

shit. shit. shit.

why is satoru calling you? and now when you are currently glued to the vanity chair, defenseless against the possible scrutiny from your girl friends. your eyes remain closed as the artist continues on her work; you can’t tell where yuki is standing. 

grabbing the phone from her hand is impossible. you’re fucked. no. maybe you can reason your way around it. before your brain could even make up a weak excuse, yuki had already answered the call and set your phone on speaker.

you feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as you hear the voice of your satoru. “baby, you forgot your heels in the car. should i bring it to you?” you held your breath. you feel your insides getting twisted. it’s as if your brain has short-circuited; words, excuses, start to hover around your head like a murder of crows—cawing, awaiting for a release that never came.

and just like that, the secret is out. getting busted out about your year-long relationship with satoru through an unsuspecting phone call wasn’t the plan, but here goes nothing.

only the clank of makeup brushes can be heard as the artists remain impassive on what is happening. you bite your bottom lip. there is no way in hell that your friends would not recognize his voice.

the moment they connect the dot and register it in their head—the contact name and the man in the other line—collective gasps echo from different parts of the room.

“what the fuck, gojo? is that you?” yuki’s high pitched voice almost makes you wince.

“uhh. . . haha. . .” he clears his throat. “no, who is gojo satoru?”

“jackass! she didn’t even say satoru,” utahime interjects.

“wait, t-the signal here is bad,” you hear indistinct shuffling noises in satoru’s background, “h-hello? can you hear me? he-”

and the call ends.

you sense the piercing glares from your friends, “you have got some explaining to do,” said utahime.

© retisaint do not plagiarize, repost, or feed to ai

[holl0w-purpl3]

Husband!Nanami Headcanons

Husband!Nanami: Who is the literal embodiment of chivalry, always insisting on opening your car door, walking slightly in front of you in big crowds, pulling your chair out at restaurants. Everything he believes the man should do for his wife he’s doing tenfold.

Husband!Nanami: Who hates having to leave for work every morning, cuddling you in bed as he grumbles on and on about just staying home today.

Husband!Nanami: Who spends his workday fantasizing about coming back to you, imagining how you're eagerly waiting for him.

Husband!Nanami: Who never takes out his stress on you, not allowing himself to come home irrationally angry.

Husband!Nanami: Who swears by your cooking, preferring your home cooked meals over the food at the fancy staff dinners he gets dragged to.

Husband!Nanami: Who carries a quiet weight of guilt every time he steps out the door, overcompensating for his long hours by spoiling you relentlessly the moment he's back.

Husband!Nanami: Who spent half his life obsessed with money, only to realize it was who he shared it with that really mattered.

Husband!Nanami: Who can’t keep his hands off you when he’s around, one lingering on your waist pretty much at all times

NSFW Warning!!

Husband!Nanami: Who lets you tug him by his tie straight to the bedroom, only to gently take it off and use it to bind your wrists together.

Husband!Nanami: Who always talks you through it, whispering praises in your ears with every thrust, making sure you’re feeling just as much, if not more, pleasure than him.

Husband!Nanami: Who insists on only doing positions where he can see your face, holding steady eye contact as he completely dismantles you.

Husband!Nanami: Who pulls your hair when you're being bratty, holding you exactly where he wants you.

Husband!Nanami: Who always makes sure you finish first.

Husband!Nanami: Who hates working but loves providing for you.

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦 🥺🙏

✦ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 & 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ♥️

MASTERLIST

[zee-what-i-zee]

simon at the gun range

“are you excited!”

You squealed clapping yours hands, the car turning into the car park as you did.

Simon just huffed in answer helping you out of the car and to the entrance.

“i don’t understand the appeal love, i do this so you don’t have to..”

His words came out sugar sweet as he passed his card to the receptionist taking the noise cancelling headphones.

You just huffed at the retaliation skipping down the hall, you had chosen the end booth to avoid getting embarrassed.

He followed silently grabbing to pistols and glasses for you, he passed you the pistol the sight heaving in your hands.

Simons scarred fingers pulled back your hair behind your ears softly placing the headphones down with a thud.

Next he slipped the glasses onto your face making sure they were comfortable and properly on.

“am i going first?”

Your voice had gone from excited to slightly nervous rambling, before you could add on to your words he had spun you to face the right way.

His hands steady on your waist as he guides your hands up pulling your stubborn hands into position.

“no not like that, like this. Don’t be tense relax.”

Simon’s voice was heavy in your ear and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs.

“jesus, i didn’t think you had to be so specific i thought you just..shoot?”

Your voice was tighter as you stared as the black figure at the end, he let out a small laugh at your comment widening your stance.

“when your ready shoot, try to not hit your self with the gun.”

You took a deep breath, made a face you had seen in Oceans eight, and fired.

And dear god was that scary, your whole body shuddered with the shot the gun coming back and almost hitting you square in the nose.

“holy fucking shit balls!”

Simon just laughed looking at where your shot went, right into the groin of the figure.

“good aim love.”

You hit his chest putting the gun down and smoothing your hair back with another big sigh.

He looked back at you before picking the gun up with practised ease and taking three shots at the head, heart, and groin.

Of course they were all perfect like the show off he is..

“show off,”

“get better then.”

You glared, he smirked.

So of course you spent the next hour perfecting it with a mad man’s consistency.

By the end the recoil was to a minimum and your shots were now shooting the groin on purpose.

Simon was impressed, and showed you how impressed he was in the car.

His fingers aren’t just good with guns

WOWOWOOW FIRST POST BAVK. ok i think it kind of sucks but it’s like 1 am. pity me please

[ariawins]

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI can't get enough of you :: simon riley x fem!reader

simon can't get his hands off you. no matter where you are, at home or in public. and once you're in his grasp, there's no escape. not that you ever want to escape.

whenever you're in his vicinity, his eyes are fixed on you, paying no attention to whatever the hell is happening on the telly or the constant yapping of your friends, no matter how much they yell for him to listen.

his eyes follow your every move, drinking in your otherworldly beauty, with only one thing on his mind; how to get you alone and all to himself.

you're at home, wearing only his shirt and a pair of cute panties, greeting him in the morning with your bed head and puffy face still laced with sleep. you'd think nothing of it but he's done for.

"goddamit, woman. wha' are ya tryin' to do?" he says as a feral need takes over him. he pulls you in his lap, strong arms wrapping tightly around you. no chance to escape. "simon!" you squeak, giggling in your hands.

his lips crash onto yours, stealing your breath in an instant, large hands roaming your body under the shirt, breathing "god, you're so fuckin' hot, love." while squeezing every piece of flesh he can find, guiding you to lay back on the couch, getting in between your legs and humping his growing bulge onto your core. "gotta have you, love. please." simon begs desperately as you try to catch your breath.

and with only a nod, he's taken his hard drooling cock out of his pants and pulled your panties to the side, before impatiently plunging himself inside your tight hole, letting out a sigh of relief into your neck.

he holds you so tight while setting a rapid pace, giving you no time to adjust as you whine and writhe beneath him. he's thrusting with such force and determination you'd think your body is on fire, thick mean cock stretching you so wide and repeatedly punching your cervix you lose your mind entirely.

his hulking body pressing you further into the cushions, hot breath fanning into your neck as he lets out breathy groans beside your ear, using your body to relieve himself.

on nights out with friends at the pub, simon holds you flush against him, hand pressed onto your waist as thoughts of how to ruin you take over his mind.

he can't take it anymore, the bulge in his pants growing by the second, painful and desperate. he needs to have you, feel your body against him. he needs to see your pretty pussy dripping for him as he stretches you out on his fat cock, feel your soft warm walls wrapped around him in a vise.

he breaks the conversation abruptly without a care for the confused looks he's getting.

he pulls you into the bathroom and bends you over the sink, bunching up your dress around your waist before yanking away your skimpy panties, making you gasp and complain about how expensive it was. "shut up. i'll buy you another one."

and with no warning, he shoves his cock into your needy cunt, gripping your hips tightly and slamming into you mercilessly, sending you into a state of feverish ecstasy as you chant his name, loud moans punctuated by each vigorous thrust leaking out the door and reaching the ears of every passerby.

[whimsyunicornxd]

simon riley who quits smoking for you without a second thought

it was a nasty habit he's had since his teens, his way of dying a little bit with each lit cigarette. he never expected to last this long, with all the packs he goes through, bullets dodged, and the battles he's barely survived. he never thought to quit, always itching for a stick between his fingers to ease his anxiety and shaky hands.

before he met you, he never had a reason to. now that he has you, tucked into his side and leeching off his warmth, he knew he had to change. the little looks of disappointment every time he went for a smoke gutted him, or when you'd grimace every time you had to swallow his cum made him grit his teeth. or simply the idea that his smoking could kill your pretty lungs.

he quit cold turkey, like an idiot. it was the hardest thing he's been through, even if he wouldn't admit it, and he's been shot, stabbed and many other questionable things.

but it'd be easy in comparison if it meant keeping you healthy, giving you the live you deserved with him.

sure, he was as grumpy as ever and itched to put his lighter to good use, his hands shaking at his sides with restraint. he needed something to do, something to take his mind off the bad thing he craves.

and there's nothing more he craves than you. lips wrapped around your clit as he feasts on your puddy. tongue laving over the swollen flesh with half lidded eyes, murmuring excuses of, "jus' need m'lips 'n 'ands busy, luv." plunging thick fingers into your plushy cunt, slick and soaked with arousal as you let him. you're so proud of him for quitting, letting him overstimulate your pussy if it meant he never picked up another pack.

so instead of smoking ten a day, he'd eat you out ten times more instead.

[rose-fics]

I just know that when Ghost finds a girl that matches his freak in bed he makes it known to absolutely everyone how crazy good his sex life is. Like walking around the gym with her teeth imprints all up and down his biceps, the lipstick marks not even scrubbed off his chest, bruises and hickeys all along his shoulders, showing off how crazy good the sex was the night prior to the point where it starts making everyone kind of uncomfortable.

He sheds his shirt in the locker room to show off a back full of deep, welting scratches and Gaz takes one look at them before quietly sending Johnny a text from across the room that just reads: "I feel violated."

[sundriedsheets]

𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · pussy so good, sukuna taps in

Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation. 

"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that." 

You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time). 

"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"

"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."

Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in. 

"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!" 

Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before. 

"Enchain." 

Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears. 

"Y-Yū —" 

"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin. 

This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too. 

"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."

Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded. 

Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is. 

Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard. 

Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you at the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway. 

"Y-Yūji —"

"My name, brat —"

"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"

"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit. 

You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"

"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."

He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac. 

"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only." 

"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —" 

"That's it."

The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away. 

When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again. 

"S-Sukuna?" 

"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?" 

You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine." 

"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt. 

"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating." 

Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior. 

"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that." 

"It was," you breathe out. 

When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty. 

Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal. 

"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your hair tenderly. 

You shake your head. "Not at all, baby." 

"Let me fuck you next, then." 

© ohfreshlinen — all rights reserved. do not modify, edit, steal, or plagiarize my content.

[lumi-nay]

Suggestive, 18+

You, who cant STAND the horrible heatwave engulfing the UK right now, with the heat only being a million times worse on base.

Youve finally made the decision to switch to summer uniform, opting for a tank top when able to do so, and thinner cargos. And occasionally having your hair tied higher up, rather than the standard low bun, on more casual days on base.

Weirdly enough though, your Lieutenant seems to be more evasive these days. He already was, to a degree, but he was now moreso than ever. You chalked it up to the extra layers and mask he wore, making the heat all the more unbearable for him.

Ghost who refuses to spar with you nowadays. You thought you had finally proved yourself to him, saving his ass on the last op, but apparently not!

You, who, rightfully, gets annoyed, confiding in the other sergeants to which they placate you as best they can, but it only riles you up even more!

Ghost who is entirely unused to seeing so much of you, having seen you as nothing but a capable soldier before this... only to learn that you were doing things to him. Things you had no right doing.

Ghost who cant stand the sight of the exposed nape of your neck, the very sight of it setting off something inside him, drgging his thoughts to nothing but being able to bite and ravish your soft skin. Night after night he thinks about you, you and your stupid neck that make him think impossibly dirty thoughts.

Gaz and Soap who know how much Ghost is going through it right now, and at the same time, pissing you off. They both share a wall with the Lieutenant after all, and know all about the effects you've had on him.

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A/n: let me blow the dust off this account 😫. Can you tell the heatwave killed me last week and is going to CONTINUE killing me

[konigtaktisch]

konig x inspection kink heehee

Taking Konig is a struggle, he’s a massive man and you’re much smaller compared to him, so it takes him some prepping to be able to stick his entire cock in you, but sometimes (like nights like last night) he doesn’t have the self control and stuffs you full anyways. One thing about Konig is Konig can and will make it fit.

It leaves you the next morning with a deep aching pain in your abdomen, any sudden movement makes you wince. You figured that out on your own when you woke up before Konig and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water, only to make it half way, falling onto the couch, clutching a pillow to your chest, feeling a slight sting as you sit.

Konig can’t sleep without you so after a few minutes you hear the soft creek of his bedroom door, Konigs towering frame filled the doorway as he walked in, his eyes still heavy with sleep. His gaze softened when he saw you sitting there, curled up on the couch. Already having an idea of what might be going on.

You know he feels bad when he kneels down in front of you, one calloused hand resting gently on your thigh, the other lifting your face so your eyes create an invisible tunnel towards one another. His voice going soft “Mein Shatz” he speaks scanning your face “What’s wrong?”. Your response is to pout to your boyfriend, fiddling with his fingers that rest on your thigh, you state that your belly and “down there” hurts and that your worried, asking him him sweetly if he can just make sure everything is okay down there, after all he knows you best.

“Of course Liebe, i’ll take a look for you” He responds and easily but carefully props you onto your back with your knees bent. He drags your panties down your legs, and pushes your thighs open to get a better look he keeps them open for a second, not touching but looking, scanning the area, moving his head to see different angles. With two fingers he spreads your lips and inspects them for a moment & then gently lets them go, he takes the tip of his thumb and swipes down on your cunt, making contact with your sensitive sore clit, making your body jump at the contact. He swiped again and you watch how intensely his eyes focus on you, “Went too hard on you last night didn’t I?” he lets out as if he’s almost ashamed, he moves his thumb lower down to circle your hole gently massaging the sore area “poor maus” he said in a low voice, “looking so sore, does it hurt bad?” before you can respond, he dips just the tip of his large thumb in half way to test you and feel the ache, you wince and nod your head yes, his dark eyes still staring intensely between your legs “kleine fotze” he mumbles, taking his thumb back out. “Have to take it easy on your from now on okay?” he says meeting your innocent eyes with a slight frown on his face. He puts your panties back on for you, before placing a kiss to your head and lifting you, walking you back to bed with him.

[unseaworthy]

Wholesome!König who metamorphoses into the ultimate European Dad whenever you go to the beach.

Insists on picking you up at 7:15am sharp so you can arrive before all the good spots are taken? Check.

Pulling up his weather app at 15 minute intervals the whole ride there, updating you on wind speed, pollen count, and UV index? Check.

A chunky, waterproof watch on his wrist with three alarms set to ensure the day stays on schedule? Check.

Sunscreen applied to every conceivable inch of skin, with an extra thick glob on his nose? Check.

Swim trunks with tiny pineapples that you bought him after the first time he tried to wear a Speedo to the beach? Check.

But for all his foibles, the day you spend together is truly the highlight of your summer. Arriving early to set up your towels, chairs, and umbrella in the right spot was the best move; the generous application of sunscreen prevents you and your dreadfully fair-skinned boyfriend from becoming sunburnt; and to his credit, his regimented, Austrian work ethic does turn off once you're truly settled in your spot.

You alternate between sunbathing, walking up and down the shoreline, and cooling off in the ocean. You've never had a relationship this easy - anything you suggest, he's already halfway done making it happen. Plus, seeing his Baywatch body and muscular build on full display fills you with a mix of desire and smugness, like you know the other women on the beach wish they were you.

When lunch rolls around, König sweeps you out of the water and carries you to the towel "so your wet feet don't get sandy." You would be embarrassed if it didn't heal your inner sixth grader, who'd always dreamed of a man so chivalrous.

It is entirely unsurprising that he's packed an incredible picnic lunch, with kartoffelsalat and hearty roast beef sandwiches and those little packs of pretzel sticks kids used to trade in the cafeteria. He also withdraws a small pitcher from the lunch box and shyly explains that he tried to make mojitos, but he's certain they're terrible and, honestly, you don't actually need to drink it, he's got some water bottles under the icepacks...

When you finally wrap up your day, you're relaxed and sleepy and as happy as you've been in a long, long time. König insists that you remain lounging on your towel while he packs everything else into the car. You doze off on the ride home as your boyfriend smiles fondly and turns down the radio as not to wake you.

[Smut beneath the cut.]

He tries to drop you off at home, but you demand he come inside and at least shower off so he doesn't have to drive back to the barracks grimy with sweat, sunscreen, and sand. Of course he agrees - the man has never said no to you in his life, even before he finally had the courage to ask you out - and he turns eggplant-purple when you casually shuck your swimsuit to join him.

You're stupidly horny for him after seeing him half-naked all day, so you take your sweet time lathering your vanilla bodywash into his skin. He sighs beneath the steam of the shower and the ministrations of your hands, shoulders slumping like his joints and tendons finally realized he's no longer in a combat zone. Blissed out and half way to falling asleep on his feet.

But he wakes right the fuck up when your fingers creep lower and you begin to massage his cock.

König loves your handjobs. He says you're unbelievably good at them and he never needs to worry that his size is hurting you - a frequent insecurity of his when you first became intimate. While you languidly work his hardening member back and forth, you rest your head between his pecs as the water pours down on you both.

He makes the most pathetic little whimpers as your lazy tugs turn into proper pumping. One of his hands flies against the tiles to keep himself steady against the urge to turn into a puddle at your feet.

When you tell him its time to wash his hair, he seems perfectly willing to accept that the handjob is over without having come. But when you ask him to get on his knees so you can reach his head, he quickly picks up on what's actually happening: a perfect excuse to smush his face into your tits.

König may love your handjobs, but he worships breasts.

You squirt some shampoo onto his head and begin to spread it through his short hair while König attends to your chest. Sucking, rubbing his face, thumbing your nipples, and whispering breathless gratitude into your cleavage. It's not terribly long before he picks up where you left off, the wet noises of his hand sliding over his cock speaking to something primal in your cavewoman brain. "I'm so lucky," he says over and over again. "So fucking lucky."

It doesn't take long for him to empty his balls, splattering your legs as he leans so hard into your body you nearly topple. The shower quickly washes away the mess as he plants a final kiss beneath the swell of one breasts.

He quickly asks what you'd like in return - he's happy to lick your pussy for the rest of the night, or he could sit you on his lap and use his fingers - but all you really want right now is a nap. There's something so satisfying about pampering this man, who got dealt a shit hand in life but is somehow still the type to fumble his way through a homemade mojito recipe if he thinks it'll make you smile.

Neither of you bother to put clothes back on as you collapse into bed and wrap your bodies around each other. You think to yourself, not for the first time, what a wonderful father he would make. You can picture with ease König's big hands spreading sunscreen over a little boy who has his eyes and your hair.

A goal for next summer, maybe.

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I dont usually do requests, but I would literally jump off a bridge for @the-californicationist ❤️💕🧡 Thanks for the prompt, Cali!!

[lesserthan-3]

Tf141 who plays strip poker but they all gang up on you until you’re fully naked and the worst anyone else has gotten is a lost sock or shoe.

“No fair!”

“Ain’t our fault youre shit at poker. Now you know the rules.”

Gaz takes you first, biting his lip to hold back the sly grin he has as he sinks you down on his cock. “So pretty perched on a cock.”

His hands gently guide you back and forth, musing nothing but praises. “I’m almost there, baby. I know you want it. Can you feel you wanting it.”

Eventually he holds you still, rutting up into you while his thumb draws soothing circles on your hip. The others watch intensely before he slams you down, keeping your hips pressed firmly against him as he pours his release inside.

Gaz combs your hair out of your face, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead before he peels you off. But not before he gives your cunt a gentle grope with the palm of his hand. “Thanks love.”

He passes you off to soap who’s been bouncing in his seat since you were in your undergarments. He’s quick to get you bent over the table before sinking his dick in with a deep groan.

He’s meaner than Gaz, insisting that you squirt for him before he lets you go despite you cumming multiple times. “I can’t, Johnny! Icanticanticant,” you sob, pussy puffy and swollen.

Soaps arm slinks down between your legs before his fingers repeatedly swipe across your poor clit. He has no aim, but it gets the job done and your vision nearly goes black as you’re leaking onto the edge of the table.

Soap grins victoriously. “So ye can do it. Fuckin’ liar you are.”

Then there’s ghost. He’s not trying to be an ass about it. It’s just that he’s so damn big that it’s bound to hurt no matter how many times Gaz and Soap have cum inside you.

He lifts you up from the underside of your knees, spreading you wide open before nudging inch by inch inside. “Nice view, LT.”

“Wish it were you, aye Johnny?”

Soap smirks. “Who? You or her?”

The conversation ends there, ghost too enthralled by the way his dick pumps out cum with every thrust. The position makes it perfect to see the tip of his dick bulging as he brings you down to the hilt.

“Fuck,” you pant, barely audible over those heavenly wails you let out.

“I know, doll. That’s what I’m doin’.” You don’t even have it in you to tell him to piss off and that’s exactly how he likes you.

Last is price, who lays you gently down on the table with a hand resting on each thigh. There’s no resistance as he slips his dick inside your warm and sloppy hole.

Immediately you shudder from oversensitivity, hands pawing at his abdomen to push him back but there’s no strength behind it.

He’s gentle, but the experience is there when he’s grinding up his dick to all the right places.

Two of his fingers scoop up the leaking cum (probably a mix of all three) before drawing delicate figure 8’s across your abused clit.

You squeak, legs tensing as sparks fill your vision. “There she is, nice and fuckin’ tight.”

And once he knows he has you teetering on that edge, he’s pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow.

The table shakes under the intensity and it proves to be worth it when you’re mumbling gibberish in hysterics.

Price finally pulls out, patting your pussy twice as a reward. “Good girl.” And you don’t know if he’s talking to you or your cunt.

You feel a hand cup your cheek but your vision is blurry and every voice sounds as if you’re underwater. “Ya look like you’re seeing stars, lassie.”

“I’m never playing poker again.”

Your comment earns a few chuckles from the group. “Oh don’t be like that. You almost almost had us!”

“Kyle’s right. You’re improving fast. You’re bound to win the next one, soldier.”

It’s a lie. Price knows it. The group knows it. You know it. But it doesn’t stop you from playing the next week.

[x-strwbrry]

i’m so unwell ughh🫠🩷

[bucksfucks]

könig buried to the hilt inside of you, your legs bent and pressed to his chest. his body keeping you pinned against the mattress while he has a vibrator on the highest setting pressed against your clit as he whispers “one more, liebling, give me one more.”

before he’s coaxing and talking you through yet another orgasm that has you spinning and tears rimming your eyes. he’s made you cum 3 times without a single thrust , whispering “this is all about you, schatz. you feel this?” as he flexes his dick inside of you, making you whimper.

“this is all yours. remember that, maus. this is yours to use.” before he’s slowly rocking his hips against yours, bringing you to one more orgasm before his breathy moans fill the room and you’re spent—absolutely exhausted. “don’t worry, schatz. i’ll clean you up.”

before his head is in between your legs, lapping up both yours and his arousal and humming like the sick fuck he is because he just can’t get enough of you. all he wants is to be buried between your legs, watching as he’s the reason you’re seeing stars.

[kooolgirl]

we always take turns

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x reader

summary: you and your boyfriend like to take turns making each other cum

masterlist!

a/n: requests are open in my ask box!!!

“unngh, si!” your boyfriend heard you moan into the air, the words slightly muffled from your thighs clenching against his ears. simon’s tongue was going to work on your clit, two of his thick fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, the lovely combination forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head, “si! i-i’m cuming— please!” you gasped out, body shaking as you came undone. using a large hand to loosen your thigh’s hold on his neck, simon pulled back to admire the sight, leaving his digits stuffed inside your pussy. letting you clench around him, helping you ride your first orgasm out, “atta’ girl, lookin’ so pretty.” he slips his fingers out next, you whining at the loss of contact, “m’ poor baby, shhh,” he coos, “we’re not done yet. ya know yer always first.”

“gugh. gugh. gugh,” disgusting, guttural sounds vibrated from the back of your throat, your boyfriend abusing your mouth and throat with his massive, girthy cock, his favorite glory hole! you were laid on your back, head hanging off the edge of the bed, your boyfriend standing in front of you. your perky tits bounced as gagging left you each time he grazed past your uvula, “tha’s it, choke on ‘tis fuckin’ dick,” he grunted out. your jaw was starting to hurt from how wide and long you’ve had it open, small tears starting in the corners of your eyes. “little mouth feels so good, luvie’,” he looked down to see a mixture of your saliva and his precum dripping out your mouth, dripping over your nose and eyes. fuck, the messy sight was so intoxicating to see, you covered in all these liquids— your boyfriend was cuming in no time, taking a final thrust to push deep into the back of your throat, “mmmpf,” choking out of you. simon somehow pushes even deeper, “swallow every fuckin’ drop, fawn,” his accent thick, “good, good girl.”

skin slapping skin. plap. plap. plap— the only thing that could be heard echoing throughout the room, the occasional slap of your boyfriend’s massive hand ricocheting off your ass joining. your back was sexily arched, ass raised high in the air— high enough for simon’s large frame to comfortably reach, greatly surprising the brit. you were just so small compared to the man, he often had to lift your hips to fuck your pussy— he’s never seen you arch so well for him, “must really fuckin’ need it, huh, slut?” gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling your head back, arching you more, “puttin’ tha ass all tha way up, hmmm?” your boyfriend made you a moaning mess, his dirty talk and rough housing getting you closer and closer to your next orgasm, “yes, sir- mfrm!” you unraveled again, simon leaning his torso against your back, somehow thrusting into you faster, “feel ya cumin’, sweetheart. she’s squeezin’ ‘round m’ real tight,” he kisses your cheek, “let yerself feel it, baby,” another kiss, “m’ know.”

brain dead— after both of your orgasms, you couldn’t move anything, say anything— hell, you couldn’t even think anything, you felt brain dead. you were completely fucked out, head lolling side to side as your boyfriend eyed you on your back, “m’ fucked ya real good, huh?” he tsked teasingly, “tha’s too bad. m’ not done yet, sweets.” he places a hand on top of your head, his other hand guiding his cock between your slippery folds, your hips bucking when he glides across your sensitive clit. “ya came twice and m’ only did once. tha’s not fair to m’, fawn,” he frowns, starting to slither his tip into your folds, “ya understand? we always take turns,” he plunges his entire shaft inside your swollen cunt, coercing a yelp from you, “gonna fuck m’ hot cum in ‘tis tigh’ hole. love finishin’ last.”

[luster-less]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ not even sex can stop him from being a huge nerd

your laptop sat open on the desk, half-forgotten as your fingers trembled over the keyboard. the assignment deadline loomed, but it was really hard to focus when your boyfriend was buried between your thighs, lapping at you with slow, deliberate strokes.

kuroo had been at it for at least twenty minutes, taking his sweet time, letting the occasional deep groan vibrate against your pussy just to watch you squirm. he was always like this—half a menace, half a worshipper—dragging you right to the edge only to pull back and start over. it was infuriating.

you bit your lip, trying to stay somewhat composed, your hips shifting toward his mouth as he sucked your clit between his lips and rolled his tongue against it in that obscene way that made your toes curl. you barely managed to type another sentence before a sharp whimper escaped your throat, and he chuckled—smug bastard.

“mm, getting close?” his voice was muffled, lips brushing against your slick folds.

“y-yeah, so stop—”

but of course, he didn’t stop. he paused. and that was somehow so much worse.

instead of diving back in like a decent boyfriend, he lifted his head slightly, fingers idly tracing patterns against the inside of your thigh. “you know, i read this study the other day about how the female orgasm actually lasts three times longer than the male’s,” he mused, voice far too casual for someone who had his face drenched in your juices. “it has something to do with the way the pelvic muscles contract—”

“tetsu, i swear to fucking god—”

“no, but listen—” he pressed a quick kiss to your clit, as if that would make up for his absolute nonsense. “the average male orgasm lasts about six seconds, right? but for women, it’s closer to twenty. and some women can even have multiple in succession. isn’t that fascinating?”

your entire body twitched with frustration. “tetsurou.”

“what?” he asked, blinking up at you with faux innocence, lips glistening with proof of just how not innocent he was.

“either put that mouth to better use or—”

you barely had a second to brace yourself before he groaned—that deep, gravelly sound that sent heat curling in your belly—and devoured you like he had something to prove. his tongue flicked against your clit, fast and relentless, two fingers pressing inside you with that perfect curl, stroking the exact spot that made your back arch clean off the chair.

you barely had time to suck in a breath before pleasure slammed into you, your entire body trembling as you came with a broken, desperate moan. and he didn’t stop.

“mmh, see?” he mumbled against you, his words vibrating through your overstimulated nerves. “multiple in succession. science is so fucking cool.”

[ilylovelyz]

simon who fucks his girl toooo good that she ends up biting his hand so nastily and hard that it leaves a deep, bleeding bite mark that he doesnt notice till the morning after

he shrugs it off, a little proud at how strong his lady is. that bite mark that quickly heals, but remains forever scarring his hand. it turns into the only scar he wants to look at. the only scar that makes his chest puff up with confidence when he sees it. a physical reminder of you permanently etched into his skin, that cannot go away even if he prayed it would.

when he's laying in dirt, in some foxhole in the cold and nothing but darkness surrounding him and the twinkling stars above, he'll not be found reading a love letter or gazing at a photograph of you, but instead he will be seen mysteriously concerned with his hand. reminiscing and missing his lovie